SUB or OVER Stacked?

 A week or so ago I somehow found myself accidentally ‘subscribed’ (sucked into) to a new ‘literary?’ blog-like medium (like X – but long-form), called ‘Sub stack’ 

– which I am coming to think should be called ‘Me-me-stack’ (listen to ME! and pay ME for the privilege of hearing my VERY IMPORTANT musings, prefaced of course with a self-deprecating “I am so grateful to you (suckers) who make this possible (for me to make money advising you).

The peculiar thing is that, unwittingly, I have given my email address away to this blog site so that I now am inundated daily with the opportunity to read daily opinion columns or diaries pontificating on an ever-increasing rage of subjects coupled with requests to dive deeper (into my wallet) to benefit from the treasure trove hidden therein 

and join communities of like-minded ‘seekers’ who may even gain the privilege of communicating with the said Guru on occasion or participate in ‘events’ that will leave me assuredly more wise, knowledgeable and impecunious.\

 

But with so many Gurus, so many invitations – and so little time – I am at a loss as to which to choose? 

Is there a Sub-stack blog on that?

Agents, dontcha luvvy-luvem?

 Watching ‘Job Lot’ – a series about life at a British Job Centre – when the thought suddenly occurred to me that approaching agents is a bit like that – but without the humour.

So, to lighten my mood, my pea brain came up with this Limericked look at the imagined process.

There once was an agent, call her ‘Kirsty’,
Whose ‘site’ was for new talent ever thirsty,
When an old geezer applied,
She hastily replied,
 Oh Dear, but my lists are all full to burst-y.

When he stubbornly fetched to query her ‘pitch’,
She said, in a bid to be rid of the wretch,
My lists are replete,
So let me repeat,
I’ve no room for old farts: Life’s a bitch!

(Ain’t that not the Truth?)

Naturally, there is no reality I could arrange

To correspond to such a  ridiculous exchange.

 

The sign reads: ‘The Sorry Lot of the Unpublished Writer.’ 

If you can’t read it, it is because it is un-published, stupid!

WOK HAPPY

 When he looked up at me on heat 9 (max) I knew I had to capture the moment before the onions made him cry!