First words…

Those special moments when first words tumble from a baby’s mouth bring so much joy to parents.  How we live to hear  Ma-ma or Da-da, utterances of recognition that soon grow into jumbled, giggly little sentences as the toddler emerges.

Vocabulary grows with the child;  the structure of thoughts molds the individual personality of that person.  Emotions are openly expressed…or deliberately hidden.

For adults,  first true words aren’t spoken until much later,  often through writing.  The person behind a book or a blog can be someone else entirely, miles away from all that developmental dialogue that guided them into adulthood.

Does this make sense to you?

In some ways, I’ve always been a writer.  Stories hid inside my head and page after page waited anxiously to be shared with others. Chapters came out in conversation but never managed to land in print until a few years ago when I started writing my book and  “Another cookie, please!” was born.

Then came the great crash!  Read about it here.  I can’t bear to re-hash my stupidity.

Once my panic subsided from the above incident and I entered the world of blogging,  I realized that I hadn’t lost anything.  Not at all. Those words circled in my head like an airplane waiting to land and since I’ve taken the blog-plunge, it feels as if I’ve been doing it forever.

It’s only been a little over one year.  Imagine that!

I see it every day on sites I visit.  People who start blogging to share mommy or other stories; photography, recipes…you name it, they write about it.  Very often they venture out in response to a writing prompt for fun or to try something new.  Their incredible words appear on the screen and the talent behind a post blossoms, as if it had been hiding, just waiting to be urged into the sunshine.

And then…our words run smack dab into a wall, that dreaded Writer’s Slump/Block..call it what you will. That’s where I’ve been of late and from several other bloggers that I’ve visited, it’s fairly contagious.  Actually, it majorly sucks!


This too, shall pass.  I’m sure of that.  The very fact that I finally published this post (which has been glaring at me from my drafts folder for the last three weeks) is evidence that the writing doldrums are easing.  I’m working hard on getting a whole new bunch of first words ready for the reading world.

Eventually. This post doesn’t count.  Just didn’t want my imaginary friends thinking I stopped yapping via my keyboard.






 

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Summer Slump

I’m not on vacation, haven’t been and don’t plan on going anywhere.  Work consumes my life, six days a week,  and this isn’t whining on my part  just the realization that, for so many of us struggling to survive in this economy, having any type of work is better than being jobless.

However, I am wallowing in one helluva major Summer Slump, yesireeee!  Just look at me…..

Pretty bad, eh?

Well, this actually isn’t  ME  but it’s how I’m feeling, deep within the recesses of my being,  at present.  It’s been difficult to muster up much in the way of any intelligent, even stupid, blog posts much less keep up with all my favorite blog-people lately.  Part of that is from being less-than-thrilled with WordPress and the complete inability to install any type of Blogroll updater plug-in on my site, similar to what is offered on good ol’ Blogger who… I never thought I’d miss.

Next is the yet unexplained lack of function from Bloglovin’who bit the dust three weeks ago as far as daily e-mail notifications on registered blogs that people follow.    Countless messages to Bloglovin’s hierarchy go un-answered and even posting on their Facebook page brings no response.

Okay, okay, I’m cranky as hell and will proceed in another direction just to let off steam.

Jersey Shore.  Yup, I watched it last evening for no good reason other than being freaking bored out of my mind and…I will never, ever watch it again.

Friends and neighbors, if what is featured on this show represents the future of civilization, we are in very deep shit, either that or the cast of this show sucks on lead paint chips…along with everything else.   Especially “Snooki”, a modern-day version of an X-rated Smurf!

Point:  These mindless, morally-compromised, individuals are in Florence, Italy. 

Point: The Vatican is not located in..Florence, Italy, aside from what their alcohol-saturated, 3 watt bulb mentalities think; that holy place is a city-state within Rome.  But, I didn’t have to tell any of you that, did I?

Before anyone leaves comments  about “this is how young people act”…save your energies!  I’m tuned-in to “smushing”, “cuddling” and acts of meaningless, wanton sex amongst young people but when these kids don’t have basic geographic knowledge of what’s out there in our world and land on a hit television show, it sickens me.  What teachers and schools in New Jersey, or elsewhere,  passed this group of village idiots from grade to grade? (New York shares in the blame since ol’ “Snooki” hails from Monticello as my pal No.7  nicely informed me.  I stand corrected.)

Know what else? 

Nevermind.  Just gonna sit here,  puff on my stogie and think about moving back to Blogger.  I’ve bored you enough.

 

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