Is it my Age?

I’ve come to the conclusion that I’m just not that good of a blogger. I mean I do like writing post, even if no one reads them, I do have fun with this endeavor/thing/blog.

But sometimes I wonder…..

1. If I’m just not that into it anymore.

2. I don’t have a whole lot to say.

or

3. May it’s my age.

I don’t mind people knowing that I’m forty-four years young, really it’s never bothered me to get another year older.

I can honestly say that my life is so much better now than it was twenty years ago.

But…

I didn’t grow up in the cyber age. When I was a kid the net was something you had to catch fish and butterflies, the web was something a spider built and facebook would’ve meant a book with faces in it (not real faces pasted into a book that would’ve been creepy) but something such as a photo album.

A friend request was something done with a note or just asking someone to be friends with you.

I didn’t have to be told to go outside and get some playtime in the fresh air. Although I do remember my mom yelling louder and louder every time I didn’t respond to her request for me to “Get inside NOW it’s late!”.

Checking in was something you did at a hotel or event and you did it in person.

I had to go to a bookstore or library to get a book to read.

I could go on for a while but you get the picture I’m painting for you here.

So it circles back around to the question I asked myself today – Is my age getting in the way of my blogging?

I’m not sure yet but when I find the answer maybe I’ll post it here. 😉

Have a great week and for those if you who celebrate the Fourth of July holiday – Stay Safe and don’t blow anything up, set anything on fire, or get caught in the crossfire of a roman candle explosion. Have fun. 🙂

 

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It’s been a while since….

It’s been a while since I’ve written anything here that I feel like a newbie in the blog-o-sphere.

There has been (and still is) a lot going on around in my life, my head, my writing, etc…..

I have not forgotten my blog but I did have to put it on the back burner again until family life settled a bit. The dust has not completely settled but at least things are starting to look up a little.

I can see the light light at the end of the tunnel and I’m hoping it’s not a train.

The bad news – my posting will be limited. The Good news – I’ll post new poetry, writing, life insights, and or photography here once week at the minimum at least until the middle of August. By that time more dust will have settled and the air will indeed smell sweeter.

Look for some fireworks soon, In the form of photos and maybe a video.

Have a great Monday and a wonderful week.

Bored with the blog – Not with blogging.

I’ve gotten bored with my blog, not blogging. I love to write. I love to write little snippets of everyday ordinary things and then share those things with the world. But…

This place needs some changing, pruning, sprucing up, rearranging, and perhaps a snigglet of fine tuning. It’s time. It’s needed. I must do it.

So that is on my agenda for the rest of this week. And I’m still working on getting the new feature going too. I thought it would be up this week at the latest, but…..

Not so. Life threw a few things in the way again. Nothing bad, just things that needed my attention outside of the cyber-sphere. So it looks like next week I will launch “16 Questions”.

Anyway……

This week I feel the need for some early spring cleaning activities. Even though it’s a little bit white and cold outside at the moment, I’m already thinking of Spring. And thinking of Spring makes me want to get up, clean out and get ready for new beginnings. So that is what I’m doing here too. Beginning new things, cleaning out the old junk and refreshing the air.

So bear with me through the fuss,muss and disorderly dust that will most likely pop up. It’s all for the bettering of the blog and my brain. 🙂

When in doubt – clean it out. 

Have a great and wonderful Wednesday.

Blogging Off

I suppose I caught your attention with my post headline. Good. That was my intention after all, you know, to get your attention. And now that I have your attention I would like to capture you even further.

I want to reel you into my dark little world and show you how the shadows play. I want you to see that all is not as it seems in the world of shadows. For this is not a place where demons dwell or hearts bleed gold. This is not a place where your mind could fracture at a moment’s notice due to snap of a whip. But, then again I suppose it has occurred. This is also not a place to tread lightly.

You could lose your way, fall down, tumble even, into the vast unknown. The collective unconscious consciousness of the world. You may even hear singing, but I’d advise against following that illustrious, illuminating sound. It’ll only lead to your ultimate ruin. If at any point during your visit here you feel as if someone (or something) is watching you, following you, or reaching out to brush your soul — you are correct.

There are things here that will taunt you, haunt you and otherwise try to impinge upon the personal space of your imagination. Shadows here love to play, tease, jeer, encourage, uplift, and bring in the joyous rain of treasures found. However, you must consider the aforementioned warnings.

No, don’t run away just yet, stay for a minute or two or perhaps a year. We are not here to harm you. We want to entrance you, enrapture you, thrill you and hold in our thrall for the space between breaths. We want to show you the colors of life that maybe you have missed due to the rapid staccato beats of a technology based lifestyle.

So enter, if you so dare, ahem – I mean choose, and listen. Hear the tales and sagas, revel in the epicenters of color, sound and word. Dive into the waters, the stream of consciousness if you will, and open your very soul to the happenings around you. Hear the laughing, wailing, jeering, cacophony of banshee and shadows. Equally as well please listen to the rhythms and flow of the most gentlest of creatures, for they will guide you on your journey here.

Dance in the rain and sun streams of love and cherish the wild ride of dreams and nightmares. Enter this world of wonderment, clarity and of course the occasional fall from sanity. All other words cast aside, enter the realm of books.