I really couldn’t think of a title. I was wondering about blogs and this thing called niche, I don’t have a niche, something comes into my head and I research it and I write it. The problem is there is too much in my head. When I was little:
There was me and Teddy and not a lot in my head. Rin Tin Tin, The Flower Pot Men, Andy Pandy, that was probably it. Now it’s full of stuff, so to have a niche would mean I concentrate on one thing. Impossible (ask my teachers). Last night a young lady at beautylogea.com asked me why I thought Michelle Obama would make a good president?
If you visit the post you’ll see what I said. This mornings post was going to be about my blog post process, but I got bored with it so it stands to reason so would you 🙂 Did I tell you that I once danced with the Masai in Kenya? Now there is a tenuous link President Obama lived there, hmmm. See how my head works?
Then I considered writing about the weather, yeah I know. Anyway getting back to Michelle for a while, she made me think about what a strange world we live in. There was as much stuff written about Black History Month by white people than Black people and as much written by men on Women’s day than women. Is that guilt? or is it a case of look what I wrote, I can’t possibly be racist or sexist? Never trust a man who says, ‘trust me.’ 🙂 So I don’t I don’t have a niche, I just write stuff. Oh, and don’t trust me 🙂 I’m busy looking for something 🙂