I used to write things I loved to read. Words came out and like Cynthia Rylant, I hardly had to revise... just do a spell check...
but lately words appear in fits and jerks
half formed thoughts
garbled speech
What do I do? Rusty, I tell myself, blocked. Just keep saying what is in there as best you can.
Tell whatever it is you want to tell today. Who reads this blog anyway?
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About Me
- Barbara
- It's simple, they say, and you too have come into the world to do this, to go easy, to be filled with light, and to shine. Mary Oliver
interests
- knitting
- poetry
- adventure travel
- grandsons
- collecting rocks
- books -writing them/reading them
- altered art
what's on my mind
- art maybe (30)
- random (24)
- self-improvement (21)
- home economics (17)
- reflection (15)
- grandsons (9)
- june (9)
- rambling (9)
- sunday scribblings (9)
- how I see things (8)
- daughters (7)
- knitting (6)
- recreation (6)
- faith (5)
- grandchildren (5)
- arizona (4)
- five really good things (4)
- family (3)
- rain (3)
- maybe (2)
- normal (2)
- school (2)
- HOT (1)
- angels (1)
- books (1)
- education (1)
- hoo-ha (1)
- meditation (1)
- mom's (1)
- poetry (1)
- politics (1)
- writing (1)
2 comments:
i do, i do. and i would never know if you've misspelled the person you're quoting anyway! ;)
I misspelled a person I quoted? Good grief, I think my brain is on permanent mis-fire lately.
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