Stupid Blog Writing

I am driven to write. There is no exception even when unhappy with my words. I can not compare myself to those that have editors or proofreader’s to read their work before it is published.  I even hate freshly pressed endorsed by this platform.

Why do I write these days?  I received that lone comment that gives me pause.  Hearing from a woman dealing with two rare brain tumors brought tears to my eyes.  She seems to have a strong will and a determination in her spirit. If you are reading this, I am glad you decided to follow me.

On my walk.  I passed this fence and thought of you.  I prayed while smelling these flowers.  You reminded me that we all have something to gain from processing our lives in hobbies that make a difference.  I like to think I am a writer.  I know others that are professional Instagrammers and boy do they have a following!  I suspect there is money in those followers.  For me, I am truly in it for sharing my thoughts, opinions, and at times my wisdom and humor.  The third is of course a matter of opinion.   Chuckle. WordPress are you there?

WordPress has never taken my words seriously.  If anything, they are looking for writers who how shall I put it aren’t me.  So like a duck to water, I write but never get recognized by the very format I enjoy utilizing to convey my words.  Yes.  WordPress I will give you credit for letting me use your site.  You’re welcome.

Your welcome WordPress because once in a while I get that amazing comment that makes it all worthwhile to write my little bitty story.  I mean little because so many of you out there have had a harder life than mine.  So commenters, I am grateful you stopped by.  Really.  I am .

Facebook has become another interesting tool I utilize to pass on my writings.  I find a great group of folks that make the effort to read my work.  Maybe you are just nosy to see what I am up to.  That’s  ok.  I am sharing the following photo to make you wonder.

I am taking the road east of 73

As of today, I am nursing a horrific cold.  I slept twelve hours last night.  How does anyone do that?  I thought only the dead.  Wait that sleep is way longer.  In any regard, I woke up with this blog post in mind and I am ripping it out for all to read.  WordPress this ones for you.  I even have some nice photos to let you know how much you mean to me?

I am stopping real soon WordPress!! You see that guy!! He is too!

Enough bashing WP because you see I get those comments that once in a while rock my boat.  I can look around and realize it is not the end just yet.  I see a beginning just over the horizon.  I hope you do too.

Life is not all about the unusual .  It is about the ordinary because basically we are all mostly just that.  Sometimes we get to see something special.   For example, watching a mama bird teach her baby.  I don’t know.  That seems really special. 

Well unless it is just a crow following along for fun.  Seriously I do not think so.  But you be the judge.  I am done judging.  I am living.