A friend said to me, “Failure is an event, not a person.” Now, that is a statement that could change a person’s life!
This blog experience is work in progress. I read over old posts and edit them. I don’t mean that I change sentences. I just like correct spellings or reverse words, things like that. One day I was reading a blog to my grandson, Charlie, and realized that I should always read a blog aloud before posting it. It sounded awful.
Blogging is giving me some really great benefits as a writer besides imporving my grammar. I am starting to write actual stories. I wrote two true stories while writing posts that I think are worth considering for other publications. I actually fleshed out my post on the caucus for that purpose. I wrote another that got way too long to post, but it may end up being submitted for publication elsewhere.
Why am I writing this today? Because it is formost in my mind this morning and I am committed to write every day.
This is a go day for me. I have a long list of places to go and people to meet. People fill my soul. They reveal God to me. Hope your day is Godfull.
I am starting to get comments on my blog. So far very few people know about it, so it surprises me that I should get comments from people I don’t know or don’t recognize. Like one is from Nancy. I know about a dozen Nancys, if you can believe that. So I am looking for some hint as to which one commented on the blog. Another is from “ouiji board”. It includes a scripture passage followed by the word “clue”. I guess that means I should go read the scripture and then I will figure out who the writer is. I will do that later.
Experienced bloggers probably don’t worry about things like this. Am I supposed to answer the people who write on my blog? That feels a little like Facebook, which I have to tell you, I find really annoying. It is like having a party line. For you younger folks that was how telephones first started. People shared their phone lines (actual cords that were stretched from house to house). So if you were talking on the phone to your boyfriend, your neighbor could listen in. I do go to Facebook, however, because it is the only way to know what members of my family are doing.
Blogging feels like journaling then throwing that out to the world, very dangerous.
Blogging feels like writing the first draft of a book and every 3-4 hundred words throwing it out to the world for instant editing. Very dangerous.
Blogging feels like thinking out loud and everybody in the world hearing me. (Wasn’t there a movie out recently with that scenerio?) Very, very dangerous.
If any of you bloggers out there have suggestions, I am open. Meanwhile, I will continue to share bits and pieces of my journal, parts of the book that I may be writing and some of my thoughts.
Today is Sunday. Do you remember that song from the play, “Flower Drum Song”: “Sunday, sweet Sunday, my one day with you.” Wouldn’t that be a great song to sing at the beginning of church service?
This is the beginning of something new in my life. It feels a little like having a column in a newspaper, something I have always thought would be cool but feared big time. But now is the time.
I walked out to greet the sun this morning, a daily ritual of mine. It was slow going because I have this extra bone in my foot that likes to cause me trouble every so often and it is doing so right now. This may seem like a rather mundane thing to be sharing, but really, it has significance to me. Let me explain.
I have a hero. Her name is Peace Pilgrim. She is a real person who walked across the country for peace in the early ’50s. I have read her book, published after her death by her friends. She epitimizes to me what it means to be a peace maker. Well, I guess I have gotten taken in by her journey…the walking journey…thinking how cool it would be to walk the byways of America speaking to folks about what means so much to me. Then God gave me these feet. There are other ways to share a message, I heard. Let your fingers do the walking…remember that message?
Okay! Okay! I got it! So here I am at the starting gate. My son is here from Colorado. He got the blog started. Here you see my first entry. Hello World!