Other people's blogs

There's this great old song -- don't remember by whom -- that goes, "Other people's lives always look much better . . ." Too bad I don't remember most of the words, because now it's in my head and I'll have to get it out.

Anyway, I had a little free time online the other day, so I checked out a couple other author blogs. I read this one that was quite entertaining. Taken at face value, you'd believe this author lives a far more interesting life than most of us -- travel, excitement, chaos, something always happening.

However, I happen to know this woman, and know much of what she posts about is every bit as fictional as her books (though a good deal more creative). We're not talking short little posts here, but long, complicated stories that run in installments about the thrill of being her.

It boggles my mind that she would spend so much time fabricating a life for a blog. Granted, I like my blog; I want it to be worth a few minutes of people's time. But I've got books to write, family and friends to spend time with, a life to live. Why in the world would I spend even sixty seconds making up a life? Does she think anyone really cares?

Rachel, too busy living to lie about it Rachel8:45 AM