So, I haven’t been blogging lately. Anyone notice? Yeah, I thought not. I am pretty sure, regardless of what my visitor counter says, that no one really reads this (except you, Laurie! Thanks for your support girl!!). I think most of the numbers on there are me checking to see if anyone is checking. Hurt.
But, I want to be more diligent in my writing. I love to write. Unfortunately, most of what I write stays written only on the little grey cells (as Hercule Poirot would say) and never seems to make it to the page (paper or virtual). That has been happening a lot lately.
Sometimes people who find out that I write a blog ask me what it’s about. … I don’t really know. It’s about stuff. And things. Ramblings, thoughts, occurrences; things I’ve done or read or seen; things I am thinking about doing or reading or seeing.
If you read my blog, let me know. If you have one of your own and you want me to read it, let me know. I love blogs; I think I am addicted to them. Is there a 12 step program for that? I hope not. I like being addicted to them. My mom doesn’t get it, but that’s OK. She doesn’t “get” a lot of things, but I still love her. But that is a blog all its own.
Sissy keeps encouraging me to write; she says I have a knack for it. I hope so! I started a novel a few years ago but haven’t been working on it very much lately. I dug it out and have decided to start pecking away at it again. I also found a second story that I started around the same time but had forgotten about; I am going to try to get that one going again as well.
I came into contact with a lovely person on an answer forum that I belong to. We had actually been discussing my situation of still being single at…my age…and the fact that my last date had been over 25 years ago, and I was asking for tips on how to get myself back out there in the social scene. I think that social skills can be like speaking a foreign language: if you don’t use it, you lose it. I have no clue how to talk to guys, or anyone really for that matter, when I am face to face with them. I really don’t have any life experience to speak of, so if we aren’t talking about work, sports, movies or the great state of Montana, I am tapped out for subjects. I feel like I have squat all in common with other human beings and trying to talk to people just makes me want to crawl under the floor boards sometimes. I can ramble on and on when I am just an anonymous voice on the internet or in email… But I digress. This lovely lady is a published author and is going to help try to help me form a writer’s group at the local library. Even though I will be moving in a few months, even if I don’t get this group off the ground here, maybe I can get one off the ground in Washington. I will keep you informed on that.
Anyhoo, spring is coming and I love spring. I think I was actually supposed to be a bear in this life. I have a tendency to hibernate during the winter. At least that is how I try to explain away the weight gain, grumpiness, and general desire to stay indoors under the covers where it is warm and just watch TV all the live-long day. Do bears watch TV? They probably would if they had a remote with larger buttons and cable.
But the days are getting longer now, and warmer, and the little critters are starting to pop their heads up out of their hidey holes and the grass is starting to get green again. Which means I will have to eventually dig out the lawn mower at some point. Dang. I HATE mowing the lawn and this year I will not be able to afford to pay someone to do it for me. Oh well. I’ll be moving soon and hopefully I won’t have to do it too many times before I can bid adieu to that stupid thing at my garage sale. Along with the edger/weed eater and leaf blower that I have never used but somehow have managed to lose the manuals for. Hmmm…I will have to look for those! We have rabbits that live in the empty lots across the street from our office building, and gophers too. I made the mistake early on here of referring to them as Prairie Dogs; I was on no uncertain terms corrected. I don’t care what they are, I think they are cute. Of course, they aren’t living in my lawn so I can think that if I want to. So there. Pfft.
So as the days get longer and I start to come out of my hibernation, I promise to be more diligent in keeping in touch on here. All I ask in return is, if you are out there drop me a note to say hi, OK? It’s lonely here in cyberspace. Thanks.