“That’s the way of the Internet,” I told her. “Who knows? He could get discovered. He might catch on. Look: I post mine on four different websites every day, and I’m lucky to get maybe fifty reads total.”
“Huh,” she said.
“Well, some days I catch fire,” I said. “But most days are slow. I don’t write like Dickens, after all.”
“You write like the dickens,” she said whimsically. (When she was a girl, back before electricity and indoor plumbing, “the dickens” was a euphemism for Satan.)
Anyway. Go read that young man’s blog. You will pick up a few good recipes, which is not nothing; also, as I said, he writes well, which is not all that common these days.
And, as a side benefit, you will make Apollonia happy.
And, believe me, that is no mean feat.
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