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Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.

Saturday, January 12, 2008

Scribbles and Scrambles - What Shall I Write?

I feel like a slacker-blogger.

A year ago it wouldn't have been a big deal to post only three times in a week, but somewhere, somehow I've picked up the need/compulsion/responsibility to blog at least 5 times. I missed the mark last week, and the week before.

Maybe it's X-ta who sends me e-mails wondering when I'm going to post again. Maybe it's because I'm used to blogging about books and doing tours with information that doesn't have a lot to do with me, so doesn't require great thought on my part.

Whatever the motivation is, I guess I need to reveal to the world that I'm kind of addicted to the process.

It's kind of odd...putting my thoughts into a simple box during moments of solitary introspection, and then realizing, after the fact, that people read my stuff and remember it.

My blog address is in my e-mail signature, so a lot of my readers are random and not necessarily those I talk with every day. An editor commented favorably on my blog-style after she purchased one of my articles. My aunt found out about my French press addiction and bought me my very own for Christmas last year. A friend from work surprised me with a Christmas present that included two kinds of tape and a notebook for my purse because of posts she read on my blog. My daughter passed along something I wrote to a friend of hers who mentioned how much he enjoyed one of my Pat posts and that he often clicked over to see what was on the Dregs. Some come to read interviews and book reviews, others see the blue and red and pass because they actually prefer reading what I write.

This feedback is both humbling and exciting. I hope I've made my posts of value. I hope you know how much I appreciate that you invest your time reading my thoughts.

Now, I'm going to go finish cleaning and take my shower. It's noon, for goodness sake, and I have a party at my house tomorrow.

Have an excellent weekend, friends.


Janet Rubin said...

I hear you. It's humbling, and a little scary, knowing that people read this stuff we blog about. I'm continually shocked by the people who say, "I've been reading your blog..." Yes, I hope I blog some things of value too! I've strayed from strictly devotional to more of a pot-luck syle/whatevers flitting through my brain at hte moment sort of thing...

Xta said...

You start my work day every day. And if you don't have a post, my day just isn't right. And I so much more prefer your stories and personal blogging than the reviews. And speaking of Pat, isn't it about time for another story? I hope your party went smashing this weekend! Keep on postin' and givin' me my morning laugh or introspection. I pick you over coffee!!!!!