My young friend Hannah has just created a fabulous new blog called Hannah Island Girl. The other day Hannah left me a comment: “Please tell Bob about my blog!”
Bob is of course the most famous man in the blogosphere, with the power to make or break a new blogger. He’s famous for his deep and probing blogging interviews. Years ago, I managed to get Bob to interview me. Of course, things went a little wrong and my interview never did get published. But you know all about that. That story is history. This story is about Hannah.
How am I going to convince Bob to write an article about Hannah’s blog for the Blogosphere News? I sit deep in thought and then a brilliant plan appears out of nowhere. I grin. I grin some more. I roll the idea around and around inside my mind. Yes, it’s brilliant. I am brilliant. I grin again. This time I'm going to get the better of Bob. I’m sure of it. This time, for a change, Bob is going to do exactly what I want. Bob is going to write an article about Hannah Island Girl.
I glance at the clock: a few minutes before midday. I need to hurry. I must catch Bob before he leaves his office. Soon he will be on his way to the gym to work on his muscles. Quickly I click my mouse, and before I know it, I am outside the Blogosphere News Building. I push through the revolving door, enter the elevator and shoot to the top floor where Bob’s secretary, Miss Bell is sitting at her desk outside his office.
“Is Bob in?” I ask. “Just dropped by to see how he is. How’s his buzz cut?” Before Miss Bell can answer any of my questions, Bob’s door flies open.
“Miss Bell…” Bob stops when he sees me. “Oh, it’s you,” he says.
I ignore Bob’s rude greeting and say, “Bob! That buzzcut looks brilliant!”
Bob smiles widely. “I do look rather good, don’t I? Kind of perfect. My new look has been a total success. Did you see my latest article, Cool Buzz Cut Bob?”
I nod. “I told you it was time for a make-over, Bob. You are a trendsetter!” Bob grins as he strides towards the elevator. “Bob, I need to talk to you,” I say, running to keep up with him.
“Not now. Not now. I’m on my way to the gym.” Bob flaps his hand at me as if I‘m an irritating fly. He presses the elevator button.
“Ah your daily workout at the gym!” I say. “I shouldn’t have come. No problem. I’ll go and see Taj Websurfer instead. I’m sure he’ll be interested in my story.”
“Taj Websurfer?” Bob says, chewing on the name as if he has a mouthful of something disgusting. “Why would you want to see him?”
“Why not?” I ask. “These days everyone wants to talk to Taj Websurfer.” I lean towards Bob, and say in a confidential whisper, “I hear Taj will be the next star of the blogosphere.”
“That young fool! Never!” shouts Bob, losing his cool. “I mean…" He pulls himself together and says, "Sue, you are a fortunate woman. Perhaps I can spare a few minutes to talk to you after all.”
I follow Bob back into his office. Forgetting to check his appearance in the mirror, he drops onto his chair behind his huge desk. “So what’s all this about?” he demands.
Bob’s famous smile has disappeared. I look at the frown mark etched onto his forehead and say, “Bob, I’ve just heard about a fabulous new blog. Maybe you’d like to write an article about it for the Blogosphere News.”
Bob rolls his eyes. “A new blog? Is that all?” He taps his fingers impatiently on his desk. "I‘ve told you before. Everyone has a fabulous new blog. Do you know how many new blogs are created each day? What’s so special about this one?”
“It’s written by… “ I break off. “I do believe I’m wasting your time, Bob. On second thoughts, I am sure it’s Taj I should be speaking to.” I flash Bob one of my own brilliant smiles and start to rise from my chair.
“Wait! Why Taj?” demands Bob.
“Well, he’s not as old as you,” I say as I sit back down. “He’s more in tune with the younger generation.”
“Not as old as me?” Bob’s face is turning red. The air between us is heating up. “Taj Websurfer is a baby, immature, a nobody, ridiculous. All those long sun bleached curls… Full heads of hair are sooo yesterday. That tanned skin… It will turn into leather one day, you know … those clothes… real men do not wear sandals! Hanging out with all those younger bloggers…”
“Those young bloggers are going to grow into older bloggers, Bob,” I say. “They are the future of the blogosphere.” I stop, letting my words sink into Bob’s ear. “But if you’re happy to let Taj look after the blogging stars of tomorrow… I’m sure he’ll be interested in this brilliant young writer… even if you’re not…” My voice trails away.
Bob glares at me. “So what’s this blog called?” he barks.
I cup my chin in my hand, hiding my smile. “Hannah Island Girl. Hannah’s a brilliant young blogger.”
“And what does Hannah write about?” Bob’s eyes narrow suspiciously. “She doesn’t write sad stuff like you, does she?” he demands.
“Don’t worry, Bob,” I say, relaxing back on my chair. “No sad stuff. Hannah is a very interesting girl. She writes and reads, loves music and art. She’s a Jane Austen fan. Jane Austen is very popular. Popular is good, isn’t it?”
Bob glances into his mirror. “Do you think I look like Mr Darcy?” he asks. “Mr Darcy if he had a buzz cut, of course.”
Mr Darcy with a buzz cut? “Oh yes! You could be twins,” I smile.
Bob smiles too. Then his teeth disappear. He has thought of something else. “This Hannah doesn’t write about all that boring faith stuff, does she?”
“You’re going to love this Bob,” I say, sidestepping the question. “Do you know what Hannah’s favourite quote from the Bible is?”
Bob has no idea. He doesn’t know very many words from the Bible. He shrugs his shoulders carelessly.
“I, Tobit had a bath!”
“I, Tobit had a bath?” repeats Bob, raising his eyebrows.
I nod. “Aren’t those wonderful words?”
“Surely that’s not from the Bible,” says Bob.
“It is,” I insist.
“I, Tobit, had a bath, did you say? What happened after the bath?”
“Oh, I think the next bit of the story has something to do with a bird and Tobit’s eyes. He went blind, you know.”
“Blind?” For a moment Bob is blind too. He has a faraway look in his eye. He’s thinking about Tobit and baths and birds. Then Bob’s sight suddenly returns and he looks straight at me and says, “What’s the address of this blog?”
“Look Bob, before I give you the address, I have to be sure you’re actually going to publish an article about Hannah’s blog. If you’re not serious, I really will have to talk to Taj Websurfer instead. You really aren’t very good at keeping promises, you know.”
“Keeping promises?” Bob looks hurt. “Bob Blogosphere always keeps his promises. You can trust me! The article will be in next Monday’s edition of Blogosphere News.”
“Go to www.hannahmitter.blogspot.com,” I say, as I stand up. “Thank you, Bob! Oh and don’t forget to leave Hannah a comment and then follow her blog.”
Bob has already opened his computer. He is typing in Hannah’s web address. He barely looks up as I head for the door. The last words I hear as I leave Bob’s office are, “I, Tobit had a bath…”
- Will Bob visit Hannah’s blog?
- Will he publish an article about Hannah Island Girl?
- Will the world flock to Hannah’s blog to read her posts?
- And will Bob buy a Bible so he can read more about Tobit?
Stay tuned to find out!