Posts tagged "blogging"

An Introduction

I am afraid of being a copycat; I am a scaredy-cat copycat!

And yet, this word/world has called me and pulled me close (sweet-n-safe breath, an almost-kiss square on my lips).

Drabble. I thought I knew his game – chitter-chatter prattle, purpose-less.

Wrong guy, she says. Drabble is not Drivel. She properly introduces us.

Drabble is different. Flexible and free, but with holding structure. No games. No exhausting ambiguity.

EXACTITUDE [100 words].

She says that she will be with him every day in May. I want to too.

How can there be enough to go around?

Just play friendly. Source:

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Sour Grapes

I have been locked out of my blog. The tragedy lies in the identity of the culprit.

I cannot join the chorus of complaints about middling web hosting services and technological glitches; not even can I lay the blame at the corporate feet of the perennially incompetent Time Warner Cable. I haven’t any tales of Prim infiltration by Putin’s Russian hackers. No, I am the problem. My choking perfectionism precludes me from even making a start.

I soothe the pain of procrastination, of abandoned passion, with mental manipulation, my favorite being that I am not meant to be a writer. Negating my history—my absence of memory sans the written word, my first grade story writing, the engraving of words upon my mind—I tell myself that this writing thing is but a folly. Worse, I may even want to be a writer purely for ego gratification, for the cool and the cred of the writer image.

My excuses are but crippling untruths.  I am sad living without writing.

I want to let myself back in.

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Try Again

I have been homesick for Prim. Though writing is the only thing in this world that pardons me from the ordinary and grants me certain joy, I will abandon my writing practice like a sad newspaper left ignored on the driveway, condemned to perish to pulp. This time around, I squandered my true love for a trip to the beach, for an over the river, and through the wood turkey dinner, and for the spectacle that is the modern holiday season.

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Kinda Wobbly, Aren’t Ya?

Yes, I am still a little wobbly.  I do not have a clear vision for this blog.  I am unsure of the types of posts that I want to write.  I am unsure of how often I should post.  I am unsure of my designation as writer.  And still, this uncertainty is preferable to the sentence I served in writer’s block, bound by fear and self-doubt and inaction.  A pair of posts may not seem like much, and yet, I’ve had to blink a baker’s dozen times to make sure that I am not dreaming.

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Better Late Than New Year

I possess a propensity for procrastination—a fancy-pants, alliterative way of saying that I tend to put things off…and off and off.

My resolution for 2015 was to start a blog.  I entered the blogosphere a good ten years ago, enamored with the everyday folk who shared their passions and processes and dreams (and mess-ups) with the world.

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