Last night I wanted to gain two more views to tie my all time record, and three for the win. I woke up to about forty more than that. I’m overwhelmed at the reception my micro fiction is receiving. Many of you went back and read last week’s story too.
I jumped in the shower and lathered up my head and beard. I heard the door open and peeked out behind the curtain.
Lorelei* primped her hair in my mirror. She had on a black jogging suit from the Coeur d’Alene Resort.
“What the– I’ll be out in a minute.”
She looked me up and down. “Relax.” She wiggled a finger toward my nether region. “Cover your little self up, and I’ll make the room coffee. I want to talk to you about something.”
I rinsed my hair and wrapped up in a towel. She was on my iPad and going through my blog stats.
I made a quick dash for some underwear and pants. Lorelei smirked as I dashed by.
I pulled a comb through my hair and grabbed my coffee.
“You’ve been blog wanking.” She gave me that stern look that all women possess.
“Well, um, yeah, a little.”
“That’s a dangerous habit. Your fiction is strong enough to be interesting without resorting to tricks.”
“But I got my extra views, and received more likes than ever too. WordPress even sent me a badge.”
“Really? How old are you? What’s next a sticker and gold star?” She took my coffee and started drinking it. “It’s a neat trick, but the reblog of your friends promotion would have gotten you enough views, and it was a nice thing to do.”
“Okay. I’ll behave.”
“You have to save it for special occasions. If you become like the boy who cried wolf, you’ll lose credibility.”
I poured myself a new cup of coffee. “I need to get ready for work, but I promise not to get addicted to blog wanking.”
“Good boy.” She finished her/my coffee and opened the door. “I have a spa appointment, then I’m going on a lake cruise to look for eagles. Have a good day at work, and behave.”
Thanks everyone for the red letter day at Entertaining Stories. Time for work.
* Lorelei is my Muse; my cranky Muse today.