It has become increasingly apparent that I need to be able to get even more accomplished in the next few weeks before my first show. I think the bears must have heard me mumbling because they asked me what I was going on about. I explained the situation to them.
Then they came up with what they called a brilliant plan. I am not entirely convinced, but I am willing to give it a shot. Desperate times call for desperate measures – or something like that.
This is the deal I made. In exchange for uninterrupted studio time (as in they don’t ask me where the glue is and then ask me where the glue remover is), I have agreed to let a select few, very few, bears take over my blog for the next little while. It is a small committee of bears, very small. I know it sounds crazy and all.
There were some conditions to this crazy agreement. I promised that I wouldn’t reveal all of them but let’s just say they are supposed to conduct themselves in “an appropriate manner at all times” when they are blogging.
Thus our first lesson in blogging took place.
Bears: How long are the posts supposed to be?
Me: Well, there aren’t specific rules on that.
Bears: How many pictures are there supposed to be?
Me: I don’t think there’s a rule that you have to have any.
Bears: Can we write about anything, anything at all?
Me: Um-m. No. You can write about almost anything but not anything.
Bears: How will we know what we aren’t allowed to write about?
Me: I will tell you when you cross the lines.
Bears: But aren’t you going to be over there at your desk doing perfectly amazing things?
Me: Trying to slip one by me, are you? Think a little flattery will get you unfettered blogging?
Bears: Unfettered? Unfettered? What’s unfettered?
Me: You all just be good and do your best and we’ll see how this goes.
So it was that I spoke my last words of advice to them and for the next few days, the bears will be writing here instead of me. Heaven help us . . .