Blog Post one year
I have now been blogging for a year. I have not been terribly faithful to it recently but some of that is due to Blog Bugs, rather than intent. I have a terrible time posting on other people’s blogs suddenly, yet it is now resolved on most occasions. I post a reply and it informs me that I am not allowed to post. It took me a while to find out, they had not decided to ban my words personally, and they’re doing it to many bloggers. They seem to have it fixed for now…sometimes.
Looking back, it has been weirdly wonderful. I went on road trips with YAW, met wonderful authors and discovered, I do not use enough contractions in my writing and it annoys people. I wonder if that could be the reason why my husband gets people to like him so easily. I rarely use contractions when I speak. He is from south Texas and they contract every other word. I shall endeavor to dapple’em int’a my speech patterns more often.
I have learned many things in my writing journey this year. Dear beaming beings of unrequited light, look upon my wretched dim gradient, shadowed only upon ponderous wretched fields of fallow furrowed brow, it has indeed come to light that I speak in deep purple. I am happy to discover that I don’t write that way. My sarcastic entertainment is safe and my writing has tightened, to a much more controlled level. I have learned that I do not write quotes properly and I have remedied it, hopefully. I over explain. I stopped. I have been noted for writing a little passive. I stop. I learned many of my flaws and I appreciate those who were kind enough to point them out.
There are many avenues that I have used to improve this silly useless thing I love to do. This blog began with me wondering what in the world would I say, but things filled it I never expected. It leads places I never expected.
This year, I did things. I ramped up power words, learned how to write the hottie parts in my own style without cringing, learned how to kill a main character, gave my first in person agent belly flop, wrote fan fiction(blech), learned it has value after all, watched a tornado, learned to blog, began round three of foreclosure fraud with BOA (bank 666), taught my daughter to play golf, and I wrote. My house is falling apart, I am falling apart, the government is falling and failing everyone, the world is falling apart, but I wrote.
I wrote.
Good year in all.
Life has been such disaster for so many, yet there are moments of hope. I have found many apples this year. The blue variety can still be found in plain sight and they are so precious. I am thankful for the ones I discovered, both within and from afar.
The year 2011 is almost gone. Thank you blog and blogger buddies for making me laugh so often and making me wonder so many new wonders. Astonishments fill this place and I hope my next year of blogging has as many curiosities for me to discover.
