Last evening Sweet Wife asked what I'd written of late on this blog. I replied, 'little to nothing,' and she laughed. I was serious. Anyhow, she asked for my laptop since hers is filled with work related subjects and useless for the most part, so I relented and gave it to her.
You must understand, I'm not real comfortable with my bride's critiquing my work. It's part of her job to find problems and she's very good. She always finds my little mistakes, always. I grit my teeth and wait as she reads. Now, back to last night. I left the room and went about other business. An hour or so later I return to find her still deep into my archives. She had a smile on her face, good, I thought. I risked a quick question, asked her, "So, any problems?"
"No," She said, "You're funny, and unique." Me, big smile.
Then, "Are you aware you have a huge Russian fan base?" I stop mid-stride and turn. "What?"
"There is this page on your blog that keeps tabs of your audience, and other than Americans, your numbers indicate Russians read your work more than any other country," She continued, "Have you any reason why?"
I said, "No, Honey, I really don't know but it's fine with me."
"Strange."
"Perhaps they like my gun pieces, rare as they are these days." She thought for a moment and then, "No, I bet it's the way you write of your love."
Blink, blink.
She really lost me with that one.
"Don't you understand, you appeal to the mother in all women."
I've got to change things around here.....more guy stuff. Grunts, beer, hog hunts, and firearms. But, to all you lovely and sweet Russian ladies, I welcome you with open arms....if it's Russian men reading my scribbles, I really do like your AK's, and if you've one to spare, shoot me an email for my address...
Stephen
