I guess you would say, Ms. Blog, that I have been reading more than writing and dreaming more than doing. Like Julie, I have neglected this little blog that is read by millions and enjoyed by all. I have (in my spare time) been compiling and cataloguing my writings from the past thirty years in the form of a story, a story told by my eighty-seven year old voice. (No, I'm not quite that old.)
I've also been writing the amazing story of my beautiful friend Sanu,
who when she was in her twenties was burned over seventy percent of her
body in a gas stove explosion at her home in Nepal. A miraculous story
she has to tell.
So you see, Ms. Blog, my current excuses. Time to get down to brass
tacks. I think that means focus and focus we will! At least, once a
month from now on. Maybe.
Monday, March 7, 2016
If our blog could talk…wait…is our blog male or female? This is an important question, for I as a writer need to use correct pronouns when I write.
Let me start again. I think I have an answer.
If our blog could talk she would sternly ask Judy and me a question. “Where have you girls been?” she queries. “Have you been (as in the story in 1 Kings 18 of Elijah versus the prophets of Baal) taking a walk, spending too much time in the bathroom, or worse, sleeping the day away?”
After being called a girl (I’m not above a little flattery), I’m most willing to answer. First, I’ve been undeniably negligent. Second, when I did remember I didn’t have anything to say. Third, I’ve been busy writing. Writing about people in a tuberculosis sanitarium in the 1940’s. Writing about Elena, and Arlene, and Jean, and Mary, and Hazel, and even writing about whiney Eunice. They occupy my thoughts while cooking, while walking, while reading…. I’m having a great time, in fact, having more fun than a barrel of monkeys. There. That ought to make you happy, Ms. Blog. Are you a blonde or a brunette…or should I use past tense?!