I haven’t posted in a while and I’ll tell you why. It’s a bit silly, but I find myself in a quandary. I was told I used all my media space on this site. I had no idea there was a limit. I love to take photos or attach some sort of media to my words. Now that I have no space to add more I backed off. Someone told me “no”.
I googled all kinds of articles to remedy this. For me, there is no easy solution. Well, I take that back. I could pay more money for an upgrade and, and what? I don’t see how much storage that will give me until I pay. I am a tight-wad. I do not succumb easily to dishing out the bucks when the powers that be tell me to.
So, I take this as a challenge to let my words, and words alone, do the communicating. After all, I have read tons of books with no photos, my mind became the motion picture camera, and it was always good.
So, unless there is a very simple way to clean my media library without going back and skimming years of posts to see if the photos in my library were used, I take the challenge of words being my pictures. You should have seen the young bald eagles I came across recently on a trip back east – picture them……
Thank you all for listening. And if any of my listeners have an easy, free solution and can tell it to me in plain English, not tech words, I have an open ear.
I have posted this quote before. I decided to “bleed” a little today. It’s been a while. I have felt a bit dry, much like the summer heat in The Middle.
My dryness comes more from fear rather than the weather. I have an irrational fear of failing. Failing at what? How can pouring my heart out on paper be a failure?
This post is for all you people (including myself) who think daily of writing and don’t because of the same fear I have.
How can it be wrong to share with the world your thoughts when we live in an age that is so easy to be heard??
We all have something to say. Somebody out there will be touched by our words, by our thoughts.
It is a great feeling to pour out in printed words. Even to pour out in photos or songs – or whatever form of bleeding you can. It is cleansing. Freeing. Vulnerable. Healing.
There. I feel better. Thanks for letting me bleed a little.
I love the word wordsmith. There are some words in the english language that I just enjoy saying and wordsmith is one of them.
I never thought I was one until I read the Merriam-Webster Dictionary definition:
Definition of wordsmith
: a person who works with words; especially : a skillful writer
This word was first used in 1873 – a little word trivia for you.
A person who works with words…… I do that.
A skillful writer…….well, I like to think so.
Now that I’ve had a major transformation of my schedule and what I do in life I hope to become a better and more frequent…….. wait for it……… Wordsmith.
That just rolled off my tongue and through my fingers to you.
Have a great and wonder New Year Dear Readers!
Today in the mid-west, the Kansas City area to be precise, it is humid and cloudy and spring rain showers upon us now and then. It reminds me of the Jersey Shore (the geographical location – not to be confused with any TV shows).
Do you know what that means? It means I have totally acclimated to The Middle – I now feel the humidity. I love it to some degree. It reminds me of summer mornings and daydreaming. Hoping it will clear enough to go to the beach…….. Wake up! No beach here. The lake beach won’t be open this early in May.
I’m suppose to be blogging. I did the dishes and took a shower and perused Facebook at least three times – nothing new that I can see. I listened to Lesson One of my French Audio Lessons – still don’t have it down – Spanish keeps popping in the way. I crack myself up.
Yes, I’m Trying
I started another post about four days ago and it is saved in drafts. I began and saved yet another prior to washing the dishes. I want to remain true to my reasons for blogging, meaning the subject matter I love, but sometimes that can be hard – my mind starts questioning every idea I get, every word I type.
Sigh, so on this very humid, very lazy, very questioning day in The Middle of the USA, I sit and I type while I listen to Iz sing Somewhere Over the Rainbow.
Perhaps I’ll blog tomorrow………