Friday, January 24, 2014
My batting record is a thousand. I’m not sure why they say that a perfect batting record is a thousand and not a hundred and that if I got a hit every other time at bat I would be batting five hundred. Hopefully some baseball fanatic will get back to me. Guess this means I need to give this post a baseball tag. How many baseball fans are also bloggers? I’ve not figured out how to search for topics. I can search on my blog and I can search on someone that I follow, but I haven’t learned on how to search the blogosphere for baseball, but I’m learning. Last week I didn’t know what blogosphere is. Now it’s in my everyday vernacular. Should I tag vernacular? I can tell that you and I are in for a strange ride during this post. Since I never really know what I am going to write until after I write, it’s a surprise to everyone involved. At my last count that number is 46. Me and 45 followers. You should hear me whoop it up when I get another follower onto my list; you would have thought I won the lottery or that the Celtics have won two games in a row. Yes, we’re definitely in for an interesting session. Too bad that in ten minutes I have to leave the confines of my domicile and head out to bowling. Not that I’m not looking forward to bowling, but sometimes when the writing bug bites it doesn’t necessarily carry over to when I sit down and write again, though who knows I may write from Strike City Lanes in Eugene. I think I’ll tag bowling just for the heck of it; I picked up a follower once because of that and I hadn’t even really written anything about bowling. I am starting to sound desperate for followers. That’s because I am. This leads me into today’s assignment. (A few hours have passed and the embers aren’t quite cold, but pretty darn close. It may have been the beer…)
Zero to Hero Day 23 challenge: Publish a roundup post that to posts on at least three other blogs, and tell us why you love the posts — and why we should read ‘em.
My main reason for blogging is to become a better writer, and so I gravitate towards writers who have the same goal. Chris Musgrave, refers to himself as a writer in training. Training for what I am not sure. From my perspective, Chris’s twenty years of apprenticeship has paid off as he’s a very talented author. No, he’s not paid me any money for this endorsement, but perhaps next time I’ll ask for payment in exchange for plugs. I don’t know anything about Urban fantasies, but perhaps us WordPress Bloggers, his fans from self-publishing, and who else may see this, can become his groupies and he can quit his day-job and focus on his writing. The satisfaction that I would feel for helping a dream come true. At least I think this is his dream.
Sometimes I begin to follow a blog because of a name that catches my attention or perhaps a picture. When I saw this gorgeous cat portrait, perhaps drawn in pen and ink, in today’s Fresh pressed, I had to read the blog since I am myself a feline aficionado, having four furry friends of my own, though I think they have me. I also can relate to the Blog handle of Never Stationary, though I’d have to look it up to see if the homonym means staying still or what a letter is written on. Either way, I can relate. If you are looking for an author that reflects your interest in using writing as a means and method for self-growth, Catherine, who is wiser than her seventeen years, is someone you will be interested in reading her blogs even if she doesn’t write about cats, at least none that I’ve seen. Was that deliberate on her part? Are we talking about falsifying or misleading? Her smooth writing style makes up for this short-coming by a lot, especially since the word cat was one of her first words she learned how to scribe. One of my first words was monster. I’ll have to tell that story at another time. (I hope it’s okay that I put that wonderful cat picture in this post, though I have no idea who created it. Sometimes all it takes is a well-crafted line to alert me to an author’s talent. For example, how great is this sentence: “But silence is curiosity suppressed and I look up.”
Perhaps it’s the English in me or my father’s insistence on being proper, but when someone likes my blog or especially when someone follows my blog, I feel that it is only right to take a look at their blog. Ninety-Nine point Nine percent of the time, I will like their blog. The Strange Stray, if I am remembering correctly, and I can’t ever really depend upon that, is a blog I came across because of that. My favorite blog is “Being a Grown Up.” Instead of a particular line that drew me in, the first paragraph was artistically choreographed that it begged for the rest of it to be read: “My entire childhood I viewed adults as seperate from me, like we were living in two different dimensions that just happened to be side by side. In my dimension I could feel sunlight washing over me like a blanket, every dog being walked down our street needed to be petted by yours truly, and most importantly, in my dimension, asparagus tasted at least 200,000,000,000,000.99x as bad as it did in the dimension my parents were living. Where they lived bills and brushing your teeth and getting things done was much more important then running through the sprinkler in our lawn, or how many pieces of candy I was allowed to have before dinner. Even more amusingly when I became a teen I was waiting for that moment when I would ‘become’ what my idea of an adult is, like I was buddha and at any moment I would reach my own nirvana and suddenly I would understand politics, and my room would always be clean, and I would always know what the right answer was.”
Well, and speaking of wells, I’ve run dry.