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Welcome to Almosta Blog, the stories that happen every day here on Almosta Ranch. Come on in and be welcome, draw up a chair and set a spell on the front porch with me and my sweet wife, Melinda, better known as Mel. What you will find here are stories about our many animals, and our daily life on a working ranch. Not the most riviting of subjects but I will try to hold your interest. |
| And so it came to pass, in the fullness of days, that I wandered into this place called WDC....translation: Back in 2004 I was directed here by a friend who said it was the place to go if I was serious about writing. Well I joined and I was amazed by the depth of talent here.Fiction, non-fiction, drama, Syfy, horror, suspense and Romance; all the genres you can imagine were represented here and I loved the place. Then, one fateful day, a few months into my membership, a friend suggested that I try something called a "Blog". Now to be perfectly honest, I didn't even know what a Blog was. I had no idea how to even start, but I figured, "What the hey, how hard can it be?" You see, back then I was pretty cocky about my writing, having done it nonstop for most of my life. I was a storyteller who loved to weave words around a campfire and the writing just stemmed from that love. Alas though, my very first trip into Blogville(that's what it was called back then)proved to me just how little I really knew about writing. As I wandered along the streets of Blogville, I would randomly open the doors of these homes and I would find.works of art in the form of the written word. It was like finding the Mona Lisa hanging over the mantels and I realized that these weren't just houses, they were mansions inhabited by masters of the Word. I knew then that I had a lot to learn and this was the place to do it. These Masters who called Blogville home did not write diary entries or small blurbs in answer to prompts, they wrote magnificent, stand-alone essays on life and the human condition that moved the reader and inspired the reader. In turns I found myself cheering at their words, or moved to tears and sometimes laughing out loud at their humor. It was a magical time and I learned so much from all of them here. Now, upon my return after a long absence, I sadly find most of those mansions boarded up and empty, their occupants long gone to greener pastures and their masterpieces which once hung with pride, gone with them. All is not lost though, I have managed to find a few of those mansions still inhabited, some only part-time, by Masters who have not gone on to other places. I still see a shadow of the place it once was and so I think I will hang around a bit and maybe move my own simple travel trailer into the outskirts of town and see what else I can find. I will keep opening doors and hoping to find more masterpieces hanging over the mantels...who knows...it could happen again. |
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