Seedplanter’s Porch

Lost socks. A ranting turkey. An elf at the North Pole who’s hankerin’ for a raise.  Will the madness ever end? If today is any indication, my answer is a resounding NO. Today I heard from a talkative member of Dust Mites Union #478. His story is persuasive. Sickening, even.

Until I found Squidoo, I stuck to a general writing niche, writing books for children and the inspirational market, plus an occasional article here and there. In this lens-building biz,  certain niches feel more like ditches. :::yawn:::

So, I’m focusing on a handful of categories that I enjoy the most, and I’ll continue to feed them my lenses until they protest. I’d much rather concentrate on writing for the Humor category, for example. It has been  kind to my turkey pal, Tom. When Tom began his late-night rant, little did I know that he’d make it to the top 50 lenses and stay there this long. Not bragging; just observing. I’m still learning the ropes at Squidoo, having skidded in three months ago. When turkeys begin to speak, and lost socks call to me over breakfast, I’d better reply–and fast!

The same is true for nostalgic ideas that led to lenses like A Quilt Story: Voices from the Great Depression and Recipes for Life. I figure the ideas with the most staying power are ones that won’t let me go. They’ll annoy me to death, interrupt sleep, and hound me when I’m working on something else until I give them the attention they need and (usually) deserve.  So, that’s what I’ve done this morning. I’ve followed the latest “itch” and created a new lens titled “Just Dust”.  It begins:

Dust Mites Union #478 Official Newsletter – Vol. XXI, Issue 11