In the numerous online writing classes I've taken I've met so many interesting people but rules prevented actual exchange of interests outside of the classroom. In the process of personal reinvention, I've learned to take risks one of which is the creation of this blog which is dedicated to my writing friends around the world...
Creation myth, or origin belief, stories of how the world or a culture began (Wikipedia).
I'd like to hear from any interested friends how they arrived at their writing doorstep and if they have stepped throught the mirror to the published side please share your experiences.
For me, the adventure began in Kindergarten when I began to learn to print letters. I had memorized many of the stories read and re-read to me. I understood the words in the book were the story. I set up a little table and chair with a portable screen around them in the corner. I toiled with pencil and paper over the formation of letters into words, mostly rearranged renditions of Dick and Jane. But some Uncle Remus got into the act and Dick or Jane fell into the prickly bushes. Mysteries were born in my mind. What if Dick... Or what if Jane went up the hill with Jack and Jill. Well, you get it... I was off to a good start and ever encouraged by my parents, I received "A" on every essay throughout my scholastic career.
Somewhere writing became sidetracked when living life seemed more exciting than reading about life. Years, decades, eras came and went. And, here I am again... just me (and my life partner I refer to as the Viking) with my words locked up inside me. It's taken a year of "finger babbling" to get on track. I did a lot of "living" and have a lot of writing to vent.
I'm hopeful some of my online friends will find me and join in on this journaling adventure. First names or nicknames will be all that is necessary. Please bring along any other interested potential writers, poets, journalists or any artists/musicians/crafters who find a need to track the meanderings of their personal muses. I found the comradarie of the online class intoxicating and would like that energy to continue flowing as freely as it can generate. Perhaps monthly writing exercises would be an interesting way to keep the spirit alive and jumping.
Happy New Year and hope to hear from you.
4 comments:
Duckie, I enjoyed your post, it is quite interesting to me that you always recieved good grades on your essays. I never commited myself to school, until I found these online courses. I am at the age now where I realize that I should have done this years ago, as always, plating catch-up. Good to see you in 'print'. My blog is HeyEweRanch.blogspot.com
Your friend in writing, Hey Ewe
I want to write something beautiful to you but I seem empty lately I was so shocked to find a comment on Ducktales… thanks. My granddaughter discovered your comment while trying to show me how to post a picture.
Something borrowed…
All she wants to do is dance, dance, dance . Below is a wonderful poem Audrey Hepburn wrote when asked to share her 'beauty tips.
For attractive lips, speak words of kindness...
For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair, let a child run his/her fingers through it once a day.
For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone...
People,even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed,and redeemed; never throw out anyone.
Remember, if you ever need a helping hand,you will find one at the end
of each of your arms.
As you grow older,you will discover that you have two hands; one for
helping yourself, and the other for helping others.
If you share this with another woman, something good will happen. You
will boost another woman's self esteem, and she will know that you care
about her. Dance On!!!
Duckie (I can't enter your blog as without your user ID and password it doesn't allow comments.... or I'm to stupid to figure it out :)
If you bite it, write it.
If you drink it, ink it.
If you snack it, track it.
If you nibble it, scribble it.
If you bite it, write it.
If you lick it, you Bic it.
If you snack it, track it.
If you steal it, reveal it.
If you sneak it, leak it.
If you chose it, disclose it.
If you hog it, log it.
If you grab it, blab it.
If you indulge it, divulge it.
If you imbibe it, blab it.
If you ruminate it. enumerate it.
If you ingest it, you guessed it!
One night she had a dream.
She dreamed she was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Across the dark sky flashed scenes from her life.
For each scene, she noticed tow sets of footprints in the sand,
one belonging to her and the other to the Lord.
When the last scene of her life flashed before her,
she looked back at the footprints in the sand.
She noticed that many times along the path of her life
there was only one set of footprints.
She also noticed that it happened
at the very lowest and saddest time in her life.
This bothered her and she questioned the Lord about it.
“Lord, you said that once I decided to follow you,
you’d walk with me all the way.
But I have noticed that during the most troublesome times
in my life there is only one set of footprints.
I don’t understand why when I needed you most you would leave me.
The Lord replied “My precious, precious child,
I love you and would never leave you.
During your times of trial and suffering,
when you see only one set of footprints in the sand,
it was then that I carried you.”
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