where to start?
I guess a good place
would be
where we left off!
Was it 8 years ago?
hum, funny?
I am writing this e mail the way I write my blogs?
I might as well just go with it
speaking of blogs…
have you read many of mine?
I doubt it…
Although, if you are willing?
I would love to choose a few for you
After all, there are over 400
it might be a tad overwhelming
for anybody
please permit me to select a few
just for your viewing pleasure
I digress
just like I do in my blogs!
that expression
along with
and
that's another story
Are used
in every post I write
and someday
I’d like to write a book called
and that's another story
I wanted something to set me apart from all the rest
so I centered my blogs
I got a kick out of saying
yes I am very centered
do you think I could be someday?
wishful thinking?
Plus I needed a plan
to trick people into believing
my stories were not as long as they actually are
white space is more inviting to the eye
people seem to jump in and begin reading
and once you have them
you pray they stick around till the end
some do
some don’t?
on the other hand
big huge blocks of blogging words,
makes one run!
Head for the hills!
Is that silly?
actually it works for me
even though some people seem rather annoyed by my choice
My family is among them
They tell me reading my blogs hurt their eyes
(If you could see me now, I’m rolling mine)
As if they would read them if my words appeared
on the front page of the Chicago Trib!
sadly, they are simply not interested
Where and how I place my personal thoughts
has nothing to do with that cold hard fact
It used to hurt
But I’m over it now
maybe?
I find myself
thinking of stories all day and all night long
I feel like an ever ready bunny blogger
Being caught without paper is my nightmare
my ideas have been preserved on gum wrappers,
napkins and checkbooks and receipts
Whatever
I’ve even called my phone and left myself a message
Amazingly
I seem to be a fountain of words
A plethora of sentences
metaphors pour out of me
- like a water fountain
- in a park that never stops
- I try to capture every last drop
nevertheless
sometimes I can’t help spilling a bit
once on the ground it evaporates
under those circumstances
a valiant effort is made to capture everything
By writing on whatever surface is available
Truth be told
I never worry all that often about the lost ones
Because new ones soon take their place
Imagine standing on the banks of a beautiful river
Wading boots and a big net are by my side
I instantly become mesmerized by the calming atmosphere
Love watching a cool clear stream of water
here is that water metaphor again
I digress
Watching a cool clear stream of water,
cascading down and around and over the rocks
flying fish are everywhere
I grab my boots and net
I want to get in
I can't hold myself back any longer
words and ideas are like fish to me
Those babies are flying all over the place
I point my net in every direction
and can’t help but catch a few
Even though I’ve never been a seasoned fisherman
To me
it’s like picking apples off a tree
if I miss one and it jumps out of my net and swims downstream
not to worry
there are plenty of others where that came from
my only problem
and not a bad one really
or is it?
where do I put the ones flopping around inside my net
While I try to grab a few more
The river is so plentiful
I can t let them go to waste
Seems like it would be such a shame
or
would it?
I have to figure out where to store the ones I have
in order to run back and catch a few more
Unfortunately
like fisherman
Who don’t catch fish for a living
My time in the peaceful stream
overflowing with an abundance of fresh fish
Must come to an end
Is that a fish story or what?
I digress
Consequently
I’m only able to keep a few
And bring them home
To share
There is way too much in my net
for one person
Oh
not so fast
Before I can share my feast with anyone
I have to prepare it
clean the smelly fish and get rid of the bones
Certainly don’t want anyone to choke
do I?
Although
This is not my favorite part
Yet it must be done before
the entire neighborhood is invited to an enormous fish fry
what is that expression?
you do what you have to do
so you can do what you want to do?
before I serve my banquet of words and ideas
I have to edit and polish
If I want a finished product
sometimes I do serve some stuff half baked and Im not real proud of it
reluctlantly
I store my little bits of inspritation
where drafts are stored
it's like renting a locker when all your stuff
won’t fit in your house
occasionally you go back and look what is in there
once in awhile
you have things you forgot you had!
Maybe you’ll grab it on your way out
take it home and play with it for awhile
before you are forced to put it back
to me…
every experience
every idea
every observation
is a blog
I wish I had time to do nothing
but pump them out one after another
I never leave the house without a notebook
Every time I turn around
I have to find more pages
Before I have a chance to look at the old ones
Oh, if only I could write stories all day long
I’d be so happy!
or would I?
Some say
I hide behind the computer
maybe I do?
But that’s another story
e ya tomorrow
the dogs just pooped
am I the only one around here that picks up shit?
I swear no one else even sees it!
or do they ?
thats another story
to be continued
part 2
the phone call
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