@Ecoinstant and @Snook

I was very lucky to get the son I have. At the ripe old age of 30, he still loves his Mom and worries about her. This can be a good and bad thing. You, as the parent really don’t want your children to worry about you. It’s your job to worry about them. To see them worry about you melts and breaks your heart a bit.

My son saw something in my life that bothered him. He worked hard to come up with a solution to what he saw that upset him with my new situation in life. He decided that blogging was just what I needed. I didn’t happen to agree but he was trying so hard I caved in, said ‘sure’ I would give it a try.

It didn’t go well, is putting it mildly.

I had my new shiny blog I didn’t know how to use. I sat down and wrote a bunch of words that were if I do say so myself, funny. I posted the <cough> masterpiece I had written. It looked pretty but there it sat all alone. No one saw it. No one cared. I couldn’t blame them. Who am I to be writing a blog? I’m not qualified to write anything, to be honest.

Life happened and lots of trial drugs that were meant to fix me, that didn’t, quickly saw the end of the new blog. I felt better knowing I could at least say I tried.

Time passed as life does and I thought I was in the clear with the whole blogging issue. I wasn’t. One day, not long after, my son told me about Steemit.com which is built on top of a blockchain called Steem.

He very firmly said I should join Steem and start blogging away. He said it would be good for me.

I promptly told him I would think about it. I knew full well I would not be doing any such thing as making another blog. I would not have except for another friend I had just wrote a book.

My friend, @Simgirl, wrote this great book. She didn’t have a blog talking about her writing for people to go to. The publishers wanted a place to look where they could find out about her, her journey, and really just be nosey.

I hate when friends of mine feel like they are up against a wall. I do what any friend would and try to help. I told her to make an account on the Steem blockchain. My son would be MORE than happy to help her get started. I told her you can get money for blogging. Plus it’s also what the book publishing places said that you didn’t have. She made her account the next day.

I was very happy now. My friend found a place she liked, could write, and get great feedback. My son was busy helping her. I was hoping he would then forget about bugging me. Win! Win! For me!!

I was wrong. Yes, I know. Hard to believe, but true.

I now had two people bugging me to join The Steem Blockchain. I tried to explain that I do not write. I flunked English, I can not type and so on and so forth. They didn’t listen, kept on bugging me to join Steem. I had no desire to.

It wasn’t that I wasn’t reading their posts. I was reading all of them and having a ball doing it. What got me to join the blockchain was I couldn’t leave a comment unless I had an account. Sigh... So I made an account to comment on my son and friends posts.

They both were happy. I was happy because I got to vote with my free one cent vote on their posts. You can not get much better than that!!