This blog is fiction. If I write an autobiography, that would be novel.
This blog is writing practice. Practice does not make perfect. Play makes perfect. This blog is practice.
This blog is anthology. If I have spoken words, their use ends with the sound. If I have sent a letter, its use ends with having been read. The purpose of those words has been fulfilled.
This blog is writing practice. Practice does not make perfect. Play makes perfect. This blog is practice.
This blog is anthology. If I have spoken words, their use ends with the sound. If I have sent a letter, its use ends with having been read. The purpose of those words has been fulfilled.
Here, now and again those words find repurpose. That means I might re-use my OWN words, some choice bit or theme from a passing convo. If you're one of my peeps with whom I'm fortunate enough that we converse or correspond, this here is not some subtle, malign hint that I'd repurpose YOUR words.
Please. Bite your tongue on that thought.
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I'm back. I was away for awhile, posting discursorily, not even bothering to check my spelling - pretty much just lazily polished-off old drafts! But now, I guess I'm saying "I'm back."
Oh my.
My?
Anyway, not any more than I'm usually back. Nice to see ye olde Neglected Blog still largely works, though that photobucket snafu was a hit - and a sad, freighted burden dragging down those affected posts.
Oh, well. I still have most of those images someplace. Perhaps I'll edit back in the more important ones, such as the Doodeloo series.
I spend more time on my newer, unneglected Poem-A-Day(-On-Average) blog, A Pocketful of Poesy. See the appropriate links on the main page: still active.