My dear friends,
Oh, my word! Would you mind indulging me for a few minutes, while I spout off at the mouth? I happened upon my old, (as that crust that's on the bottom of that tray, that slides out from your toaster) blog. I should probably archive that blog, and put it out if its misery. Trust me. It's for your own good and mine, too. But, honestly, I will say that after reading it from beginning to end- minus the writing typos- I AM a good writer. I must admit it, and funny, too. I think, anyway.
Maybe, that's been my dilemma with my blog, as of late-I've not written with much surrealism. Not because I don't enjoy a little surrealism; because I do. You wanna know the truth of it?
{I DON'T KNOW HOW TO WRITE IT OUT GRAMMATICALLY!} There, I said it.
Dear, baby Jesus; WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME?
That's who I am in real life; so, maybe I should be myself and just write as I speak. I remember years ago on the blog, (Pioneer Woman), she gave her blogging secrets; and one thing she said was: write like you're speaking to your sister, unless, you don't like your sister, or you don't have a sister. I thought that was great advice, even though; I don't have a sister. Out of the mouths of blogging babes.
Basically, she's saying, speak as you do in real life. I still remember her saying that, and that was like, a billion years ago.
I do use words like lackadaisical and forlorn, just because; I really love words. Always have. Always will. I write a new word on the fridge every week, and the gardener and I try to use it as much as possible. I used to do this when I homeschooled my children, too.
I'm talking about the blog, again, now.
The saddest part is that I didn't keep going with my blogging. I could kick myself for that; but, I can't live in regrets. I'm actually hoping that my writing skills are just like my mermaid skills. I could leave swimming for 20 years and still swim 4 football fields in 11 minutes top. Trust me, I can do that. Just recently, in fact.
I got skills with mermaid gills. Woot, Woot!
Hold the phone; while I pat myself on the back, in a BRAGGADOCIOUS fashion {I told you this already, I like big words and I can not lie}!
Onto other fragments of my brain.
I have a question to ask of you.
I wrote the first chapter of the BG {Beloved Gardeners} and my (or wait- is it me, instead of my) love story. I'm confused. Oh, Grammerlyyyyy, where art thou? {Big yellow alert circle, stating I have a misplaced word, I see you over there.}
Wanna read it? That is. The love story.
About me and my gardener? Huh, huh, do ya?
I was thinking to ask you, how should I title it? I was planning to write you a chapter a week, on top of my regular scheduled posts.
It's mostly for you darling folks that don't give a rip about my pearls of wisdom but, prefer a little love story.
Do you enjoy a good story, about love; especially, in the summertime? I know, I do.
Anywho... What I thought I could do was to list a few options, and you name the series or chronicles for me. Would you do that?
Are you game, friends? Let me know in the comments; and I will think of, say- 3 choices? I could then do a little painting give~away, too. That might be fun. Whadda ya think?