I've been blogging all through my days without knowing that it was blogging; although, this isn't necessarily the only thing I do without knowing what I'm doing.
Since I write on anything that's available around me, my life has been full of pieces of scribbled paper flying about like confetti. I'm so happy to finally have a permanent place to chew the fat.
So far my chewing the fat is on and off. Maybe, I lack teeth.
Feel free to comment, if you wish.
Thank you very much, Cindy, for this honor and the beautiful graphic.
@ alfred booth, wanbli ska
Thanks, Alfred.
Walter is Jerry. At the time I was writing this, hubby was talking about a Walter we knew. That's what happens when I'm trying to hastily put together something right before midnight while he keeps talking to me.
Thanks for picking it up. I'll correct it.
Who's Walter in the story 's second paragraph?
You easily set the scene for a compelling story of self-search and attainment. Or atonement.
Perhaps one day you'll happen upon a blog prompt asking you to complete a sketch you wrote recently!
I really like your Hemingway quote and I agree. It seems like we always have awesome ideas in mind, but when it comes time to putting it on paper... it falls short a bit.
I agree with you; I don't like breaking things either whether it's an object, a friendship, a relationship, etc! It always makes me really sad when I break a friendship.
Picasso's quote is valuable for all of the creative arts. That's how music exists, unfolding around the gentle breaking of the pulse called allowing the phrases to breathe.
I was brought up by a woman who changed the rules daily. Indonmynbest, especially with my students, never to bend them so that they have something they can rely on. It may not always be fair, but they always know where they stand with me.
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