Reconsiderations and Ministrations
As I said, life gets crazy. But only when we allow it to. What will I allow in my life? I've often said that I think best when I'm on my feet putting out metaphorical fires. Perhaps it i s the adrenalin, or just the deadline, other or self-appointed. At any rate, if there is not a certain moment that 'finished' must be cleanly mentally stamped on a project (finished or not), I tend to move it to the "good" column rather than the "best" one.
One of the good things, is this blog. I began it believing that I wanted to use my life-coaching tools to help others with pitfalls and problems that I'd already slipped into and found a life-like out of. I was attempting professionalism, a step-back intimacy and the added burden of editing and reediting content and language. This left me with a distaste (I'm not an editor) for evening beginning the next idea, because it would take much more time out of my priority box than I had allotted.
So I've re-thought.
Some of the reasons are that I've noticed that the blogs that most people tend to identify with the most are those where the writer isn't a 'professional' all decked out in the grammar-policed best, but one in which the personality shines through the slog of information and sameness to present something candid and real and relatable.
I also found that in writing for several other facebook pages and ghost writing a slew of other projects, that I do best when I simply type from my heart and if necessary bleed emotion all over the screen through my mentor and nemesis, the keyboard. I promise I'll still try to spell-check and be mostly grammatically non-threatening, but I don't promise I'll not over-use ellipsis. . . as I am wont to do. . .or make-up words that suit what my intended meaning is, whether or not Webster has of yet decided they are print-worthy; I don't promise that my thoughts will flow with precision and be deliciously notated or even that they'll be correct to the minutia.
What I am going to attempt is to tell some stories of my world, whenever I get around to it or remember to do so. Sometimes I'll share things I've learned, sometimes I may just ask if there is an answer for something I'm yet struggling with. I may just get excited, write a few new posts, and forget about it again for years. :: smiles :: (oh, and I'll certainly NOT promise not to put in my double colonitis - action indicators. actions held within double colon sets to indicate tone, mood, clarification. eg. :: smiles :: )
Truth is, I used to write. I don't much anymore, not anything of any significance. I may just toss in some of my old stories. I miss writing with an old group of fabulous people we used to call ourselves by many names, but the one I liked best was a little place we called "The Sandbox".
One of the good things, is this blog. I began it believing that I wanted to use my life-coaching tools to help others with pitfalls and problems that I'd already slipped into and found a life-like out of. I was attempting professionalism, a step-back intimacy and the added burden of editing and reediting content and language. This left me with a distaste (I'm not an editor) for evening beginning the next idea, because it would take much more time out of my priority box than I had allotted.
So I've re-thought.
Some of the reasons are that I've noticed that the blogs that most people tend to identify with the most are those where the writer isn't a 'professional' all decked out in the grammar-policed best, but one in which the personality shines through the slog of information and sameness to present something candid and real and relatable.
I also found that in writing for several other facebook pages and ghost writing a slew of other projects, that I do best when I simply type from my heart and if necessary bleed emotion all over the screen through my mentor and nemesis, the keyboard. I promise I'll still try to spell-check and be mostly grammatically non-threatening, but I don't promise I'll not over-use ellipsis. . . as I am wont to do. . .or make-up words that suit what my intended meaning is, whether or not Webster has of yet decided they are print-worthy; I don't promise that my thoughts will flow with precision and be deliciously notated or even that they'll be correct to the minutia.
What I am going to attempt is to tell some stories of my world, whenever I get around to it or remember to do so. Sometimes I'll share things I've learned, sometimes I may just ask if there is an answer for something I'm yet struggling with. I may just get excited, write a few new posts, and forget about it again for years. :: smiles :: (oh, and I'll certainly NOT promise not to put in my double colonitis - action indicators. actions held within double colon sets to indicate tone, mood, clarification. eg. :: smiles :: )
Truth is, I used to write. I don't much anymore, not anything of any significance. I may just toss in some of my old stories. I miss writing with an old group of fabulous people we used to call ourselves by many names, but the one I liked best was a little place we called "The Sandbox".
I love the overuse of ellipsis and the made up words and the double colons... ::smiles:: ;) I think its a grand plan. Hugs.
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