hildie block's workshop

Shhh.  It's a secret.

I'm writing something for the Washington Post.   (YAY! right?)

And the deadline is noon.

And it was pretty much done since Friday, but I'm touching it up.  You, know.  Over and over.  'Cause, this is a nice thing, right?  Should be good?

Then, BAM, the husband, who is oblivious to all this, walks, in and hands me a LIVE GENADE.

For real.  Hands me a LIVE GRENADE (not a typo, just for emphasis).

And article from WIRED about the same topic that uses two of the EXACT SAME EXAMPLES pretty much in the same way.  Enough that I checked the byline.  (Duh, no HILDIE, you didn't write it.)

And my first thought was, well, okay, but right, so like HOW MANY PEOPLE GET WIRED? 

Then Leslie Pietrzyk posts the article on Facebook -- and like 30 people read and comment.  Seriously.  This all happened after 4pm yesterday.

And now I'm rewriting. By noon.

So now you know.  The backstory.  When you see the thing in Style.

Call me Sysphus.

--hildieblog