I'm
going to propose a different way of doing this. Not to you... I'm
talking to myself here trying to figure out the best format.
I'll list everything in order as a story should read under the tab (above) "The Story...a work in progress". Each time I edit, or add to the story, I'll also include it in a blog entry. This way, anyone who cares, will know where I left off or what has changed. That's today's plan.
So, I'm re reading my "work in progress" - adding, editing, removing, cringing, laughing...oh boy. This reminds me of when I use to keep a diary as a little girl. I actually had several bright colored, top secret journals that could only be opened with a special little key. So I thought.
I'll list everything in order as a story should read under the tab (above) "The Story...a work in progress". Each time I edit, or add to the story, I'll also include it in a blog entry. This way, anyone who cares, will know where I left off or what has changed. That's today's plan.
So, I'm re reading my "work in progress" - adding, editing, removing, cringing, laughing...oh boy. This reminds me of when I use to keep a diary as a little girl. I actually had several bright colored, top secret journals that could only be opened with a special little key. So I thought.
I have never been consistent with my journaling. I was good about filling out the first 2-3 pages before boredom settled in. I would even change it up with different handwriting styles. As a kid, my handwriting always leaned a little more towards the right (I think the more traditional way - because I was a good kid and did what my writing teacher told me to do) but I remember the friends whose words slanted way to the left...now those girls were cool with their awesome handwriting and mile high teased bangs. I wanted to be like them so bad but my bangs were always so short...why?!
To
read my diary you'd think I was suffering from multiple personality
disorder based on the 4-5 different writing styles (all caps, left
slanted, right slanted, cursive, print) all in one entry. The diaries
are long gone but I can still picture my writings of secret crushes or
the mean girls who sent me home crying in my pillow. I remember a boy
pushing me down on the cement as I walked home from jr. high and my Mom
convincing me he must "like" me. Hooray for the acceptance of violence I
guess. Love hurts?
Anyway, here's the virtual diary. Maybe no one will read this but I've heard it's a healthy way to express what's inside.
Ahh yes, the perpetually cool girls with the designer clothes, and mile-high fringe. I remember them well.
ReplyDeleteIf thats you with the short hair....your beautiful!
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