I feel that this is an intimidate group of people, I don't know for sure, but I figure if you show up you're looking for something about blogging, and perhaps you are a writer.
I love writers--is it because I am one? No, it's because they're engaged, they are going for their dream, they see life as an exquisite playground.
And if you want to write, declare yourself to be one.
It took me a long time before I could say I am a writer.
For years I said, "I'm a writer like a dog is a dog. that doesn't mean I'm a good one." (I copied that, don't know where I found it, but it stuck in my craw.)
See, I declared that I was a writer, but wouldn't say that I was any good at it.
There are writers who, instead of seeing the world and an exquisite playground, write out their dismal lives, but that's important too, it's cathartic and important to honor your own path. Just don't contemplate your own navel for so long you miss the movie that's playing in you yard, the wilderness, within your own intimate group.
Maybe your group is a pain in the butt, but hey, you're the writer, use it. Be the observer, not the participant. They can give you fodder for the page.
What scares me is that everyone wants to write, and few want to read. People can pick up a used book for a fraction of what it cost to publish it. Few bookstores have managed to stay in business, and we go for the one-liners. We're busy, we don't set down to read a real smell-good book. #Kindle is good, there's your library in your purse or backpack. I must give them credit for keeping books alive.
Remember #Ray Bradbury said, "You don't have to burn books, just convince people not to read them."
We're here to make sure that never happens.
People must think the printed page is powerful, why else would they ever ever ever, burn a book. Witches, books, people have been cuckoo.
But we're here aren't we--you reading, me writing? And I said I wouldn't post on this site anymore. That was the other day. Today is a fresh new day.
I read the other day that now the Internet is like #Real Estate, we all want a piece of it. In the old West they fought over #water rights, now it's #Internet space.
What a difference a hundred years makes.
You exist on this planet, you deserve a piece of it, and the world needs what you have to offer.
Let's hear it!
Yesterday I posted on https://travelswithjo.com
See ya on the page.
Love ya, Jo
Let me hear from you, somehow I feel there is a group out there that need to meet each other.
I love writers--is it because I am one? No, it's because they're engaged, they are going for their dream, they see life as an exquisite playground.
And if you want to write, declare yourself to be one.
It took me a long time before I could say I am a writer.
For years I said, "I'm a writer like a dog is a dog. that doesn't mean I'm a good one." (I copied that, don't know where I found it, but it stuck in my craw.)
See, I declared that I was a writer, but wouldn't say that I was any good at it.
There are writers who, instead of seeing the world and an exquisite playground, write out their dismal lives, but that's important too, it's cathartic and important to honor your own path. Just don't contemplate your own navel for so long you miss the movie that's playing in you yard, the wilderness, within your own intimate group.
Maybe your group is a pain in the butt, but hey, you're the writer, use it. Be the observer, not the participant. They can give you fodder for the page.
What scares me is that everyone wants to write, and few want to read. People can pick up a used book for a fraction of what it cost to publish it. Few bookstores have managed to stay in business, and we go for the one-liners. We're busy, we don't set down to read a real smell-good book. #Kindle is good, there's your library in your purse or backpack. I must give them credit for keeping books alive.
Remember #Ray Bradbury said, "You don't have to burn books, just convince people not to read them."
We're here to make sure that never happens.
People must think the printed page is powerful, why else would they ever ever ever, burn a book. Witches, books, people have been cuckoo.
But we're here aren't we--you reading, me writing? And I said I wouldn't post on this site anymore. That was the other day. Today is a fresh new day.
I read the other day that now the Internet is like #Real Estate, we all want a piece of it. In the old West they fought over #water rights, now it's #Internet space.
What a difference a hundred years makes.
You exist on this planet, you deserve a piece of it, and the world needs what you have to offer.
Let's hear it!
Yesterday I posted on https://travelswithjo.com
See ya on the page.
Love ya, Jo
Let me hear from you, somehow I feel there is a group out there that need to meet each other.
