Hello World….
There are few things I love more than writing what I feel. Actually, it’s a desperate need. Ok, honestly, it’s a survival skill. I am mentally bombarded with the oddities, trivialities, and, occasionally, deep thoughts about everyday life. They plague me like bad boyfriends and overzealous mall hawkers. If I don’t get them out somewhere, somehow, they haunt my days and deprive my nights of sleep. So this is my therapy. I invite you to cavort with me through the sometimes humorous, sometimes irreverent, often ridiculous, meanderings and musings of my soul. Oh, and I travel. A lot. So you get pretty pictures to look at, too. What more could you possibly want?
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Categories: Randomness
Love your blogging philosophy. In many ways it it similar to why I began as well, an overwhelming need to get the thoughts out and processed somewhere. Added bonus, meeting some interesting people along the way:)
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Thank you!
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Hi, I’ve been doing this same blogging fundamentals course while getting on with my blogging, too. I am a writer. https://dermotthayes.com/
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Hi! This is my first venture into writing. Your story about your dad is beautifully written. I enjoyed it very much! I feel similarly about both my parents. There is so much there that I don’t know or understand and I often find myself feeling quite anxious that I never will. I don’t want them to be gone and still be wishing I knew more, but perhaps it’s inevitable?
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Death is, but knowing who they are is something you must find out yourself. I wrote that story as a fiction story, first, but later, after my father died, I rethought and rewrote it.
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Good stuff Sammy. Now that all of my guns are cleaned I am ready to meet the boyfriend. You can’t hide him Syd.
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Lol. Too late. She dumped him already!
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I am going to like this! You write like I think.:)
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Hi Shelley! Thanks!
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