This post will be part of a series.
I stumbled on a new blog via Rachel (who is amazing and does surveys of older people blogging, click here to see some of her analysis). Rachel mentioned a blogger who wrote his 1000th post about what he learned while blogging himself.
I actually read all 77 items he listed if you can believe it. Not all in one sitting…I had coffee to make, and water to drink, and breakfast to pop into the microwave, and lunches to pack, and kids to get out of the house and and and…
But I did read them. I have things to say about quite a few of the points, yet don’t want to make this a rambling, long post, so I will comment on just a few of his remarks, and come back next week with another set.
Here’s what sticks out to me: Continue reading
I used to write a lot of letters. Partly this was to stay in touch with my family in Europe after we left to move to Canada when I was 11. My grandmother in particular enjoyed the letters and always responded.
I looked forward to her mail. ❤
Tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it…yet.
L.M. Montgomery, author of Anne of Green Gables, wrote this quote and you know what? We should apply it to this New Year.
2019 is a New Year with no mistakes in it yet.
On December 20th of this year, a very nice thing happened to me. I received a response from a contest I had submitted to back in the summer. Continue reading
You know us bloggers are a special breed, right? Here we are, sharing our lives with each other, forming communities, liking and commenting on diverse topics and thereby broadening our perspectives regularly.
We are writers, all of us. But whether we admit it or not, we are also editors.
I am writing my memoir. To read chapter 1 click here. (3 minute read)
The following is chapter 13, a scene that resides prominently in my head. I am not releasing my chapters in order. There are different parts to my story that rise up to my consciousness at random times, so I edit and re-write without rhyme or reason. If you like the chapters, perhaps when my book is finished, you will want to read it in its entirety. By then, the story will be more consecutive (I hope). 🙂
Although this story is true and happened to me, I decided to continue writing in the third person. Some readers commented they like it, while others preferred a switch to the first person. I appreciate the feedback (thank you!) but realized after re-writing chapter 1 into the first person, it did not sound right. There is a switch to the first person later in the story, but you will have to wait to find out why, and when.
Chapter 13 is also a 3 minute read. Happy reading!
I’m writing a book! You can read the first chapter of my memoir by clicking here. You can also read the preceding commentary by clicking here. Thank you for your comments so far, looking forward to more feedback.
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Today has been a continuation of last night’s shit show. Rhetorical question: how does one parent teens?
Seriously, the amount of stuff on the calendar between last night and the end of this coming weekend is unusually heavy due to a tournament, a kid having been sick, a last minute sleepover birthday party requiring a drop off and a pickup which required some really complicated communications with another set of parents, a bunch of re-organized parent-teacher interviews that caused more, not less stress due to a the above mentioned tournament and…dog sitting.
Here’s the thing. Continue reading
This blog post was written while listening to the instrumental version of
With or Without You by U2
Powerful music to influence and inspire.
I didn’t know who Alan Cohen is but he said this cool quote:
Do not wait until the conditions are perfect to begin. Beginning makes the conditions perfect. Continue reading
A while ago I read a blog post where someone mentioned a phobia by a term that I didn’t recognize. So I looked it up in Wikipedia:
Trypophobia is an aversion to the sight of irregular patterns or clusters of small holes, or bumps.
This affected me in ways that are hard to explain. Continue reading
About a year and a half ago I started writing a memoir. I wrote it like I was possessed, the words flowing out of my head and onto my screen without too much trouble.
I didn’t edit. I didn’t re-read. I just wrote it out.
Then I stopped.
I worried. Why can’t I continue? Why am I stuck now, after such a strong start? Continue reading