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 |   This stuffed Beanie Baby dog came tagged "tracker" which fits my search for knowledge. |
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Here are words I like to write All day long 'til it is night. Words go up and words go down When complete approve the sound. If you complete my little rhyme, Things will come your way in time.         
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| Friday December 8, 2023 1:05 PM So, I went to my other site where I have been writing for about 18 years. Where people know my name. Where I get my feedback fix. My Entry: Thanksgiving in December The turkey needed to be cooked. We all have Covid with none or limited taste. It was delicious, I imagine. I did taste the yams a little bit. I have lost 10 pounds in 10 days. My notes: 1. Well, that stinks, and that much of a lost is probably mostly water, so be sure to stay hydrated. I guess that’s one way to lose weight. Get well soon! 2. What a way to lose weight! 3. What?? Yep, drink lots and lots of water. 4. Sorry my friend. 5. Hope everyone recovers quickly. Takes ages for the fatigue to go away from all I’ve heard. 6. *hugs* hope y’all feel better soon 7. So sorry you are all suffering. Having had two major bouts of it (and a third minor) I can empathize with how awful you must feel. Hope your taste comes back soon and that you don’t suffer any long-term effects. 8. I hope your COVID passes soon. 10 pounds in 10 days is a lot! Prayers for all of you. 9. Tracker, so sorry to hear that you and your family got the dreaded thing that is covid! I hope you’re feeling back to yourself! 10. Oh no, I hope you are turning a corner!!! 11. Hope you are feeling better soon! No wonder my expectations for my blog here are set so high. The focus on WdC is writing and reviewing, not a personal diary or blog with friends and followers. Wordsmitty posed the question about a solution. The solution is to carry on as if there were no problem. Even if others share the same feeling, it is what it is. Too often I have lifted up a torch to lead. I am forever a leader when following is so much easier. Knowing my m.o. I probably will delete all of this nonsense about blogging. It is not a requirement. It is a great outlet for working out stuff in my head that I usually don't talk about. I feel almost human today. Still a bit of yuck in my chest but so much better. I wonder about being self-centered. Why do I crave attention...from people I hardly know? Do I write for myself or for an audience? Do I really have anything important to say? My schoolwork is behind. I say I will address it first, yet here I am. Looking at a full inbox. Procrastinating. If only I was not so motivated to get my degree, I would quit...again. Who would care? Ugh. I will come back tomorrow after I have given myself an attitude adjustment. |
| Thursday December 7, 2023 12:30 AM The truth is, I am used to having at least a half-dozen or more people follow me in the interactive portion of my blog. I feel like I am talking to myself and Dave. I follow other blogs and at least note an emotion to show I was there. The only notice taken other than the ordinary is if I blog with a blog prompt. Then people are obligated to come read. It all does not seem worth the effort. Negative thinking from Covid-torn lungs resulting in a pity party. The ones missing who should reciprocate here just don't, and you know who you are. Who needs your pity or afterthoughts? |
| Sunday December 3, 2023 10:30 AM Hopefully, this lingering cough is the end of my relationship with Covid-19. I don't wish it on my worst enemy. Speaking of that, I have managed to say something I regret to yet another friend. I am swearing off friendships in favor of family and my one best friend. She forgives me if I have messed up. I continue to sabotage myself. I am cutting my losses. I am not going to give myself the opportunity to do that again because I plan to make no new friends. The one I have is enough. |
| Tuesday November 28, 2023 2:40 AM Dialing back. |
| Saturday November 25, 2023 2:00 AM Blog City Prompt: Our hearts grow tender with childhood memories and love of kindred, and we are better throughout the year for having, in spirit, become a child again at Christmastime.” ― Laura Ingalls Wilder Talk about childhood memories. My days believing in Santa Claus could be painted by Norman Rockwell. The five of us kids standing at the top of the second-floor stairs. Each with a silver candle holder with lit candles. We were ready for our close-ups. My family is quite into photography. Our family movies have been digitalized. I played the movies for my granddaughters when they were around seven. About a minute of silence when Meghan looked at me. "Grammy, when is the sound coming on?" I loved everything about Christmas. The best part was the fresh tree that smelled heavenly. We had bubble lights and tinsel we placed on the tree one strand at a time. I recreated some of the memories with my son and daughter. They passed it on to their children. I am blessed and thank God for every blessing bestowed upon me. |
Wednesday November 22, 2023 9:30 PM Prompt: Everybody's life is a country song, depends on who's writing it." Reba Mcintire Write about this in your Blog entry today. Bless her Heart She was born in the Big Apple City On a wintry Friday morn, Doc said she was late it's a pity Picked New Year's Eve to be born. Refrain: It was New Year's Eve tracker was born Yeah, New Year’s Eve she was born! Oh, she picked New Year's Eve to be born Father drove mother through the snow fast, His outstretched hands were honking the horn Hospital was near at last. Refrain: It was New Year’s Eve tracker was born Yeah, New Year’s Eve she was born! On New Year’s Eve last day in it rings Three-quarters century she’ll be, She'll be back to laugh to sing This song about what? All together: Refrain: It was New Year’s Eve tracker was born Yeah, New Year’s Eve she was born! Original song lyrics by: tracker |
| Sunday November 19, 2023 5:05 PM Spending the day with the NaNoWriMo people I am sponsoring. If you want to read a terrific novel I recommend this one: "Never Verse Book One"  It is right about 50K words, 10 Chapters by Stoneheart StoneHeart   Moving on to read the rest: Hope, Krista, Oriana, Elizabeth Hayes,and Mousethyme There is a great variety. It is exhilarating to read something hot off the writer's pen! |
| Saturday November 18, 2023 1:00 AM PROMPT: On this day in1865 Mark Twain published the short story "The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County" in The New York Saturday Press. Here's your opportunity to write a short story about a frog. If you're not feeling creative share with us what you know about frogs. ____________________________________________________________________________________________ Barney Ginny was so excited. It was her turn to take Barney, the class frog, home for a weekend. Barney had lived in Miss Sara's fourth-grade classroom since he was a tadpole. Ginny was in the fourth grade with Miss Sara for three years. She continued to underperform in order to fail and get left back to repeat fourth grade. She was determined to get picked to take Barney home with her. One day, before the last weekend in the spring, she got her wish at last. She rushed home with Barney in the travel carrier, anxious to show her family. Ginny's family was not excited to have Barney spend the weekend. Ginny would take him out of the carrier and play with him. Mom and Dad could picture the frog hopping under their couch and into the inner part of the back that had been ripped months before. Or he could hop up the stairs to the second-floor bedrooms. Ginny spent the rest of the night playing with Barney. Frogs stay up all night and sleep during the day. The next day Ginny woke up before dawn. She carried the cage to the backyard. He seemed content to snooze in the partial sunlight under the apple tree. He was exhausted from playing with his human friend. Ginny bent down close and whispered, "Barney, I am going to take you for a long walk in the morning so we need to get going right away. Barney was only interested in going to sleep. Having no choice in the matter, he braced himself for the bumpy ride with Ginny. He dreamed he was right back in his permanent place in the huge fish tank sitting near the wide window at the side of the fourth grade's classroom. As she promised, Ginny pulled on her jacket before dawn, picked up the carrier, and slipped out of the back door unnoticed. A long while later, she spotted her destination. Old Ruckman's Pond. She quickly approached. set the carrier down, and explained to Barney what was going to happen. She opened the door held closed by a spring, and shook the cage lightly for Barney to hop out onto the edge of the pond. A moment later Barney was in and swimming enthusiastically through the murky water. Ginny observed his tongue capturing an unsuspecting insect. After consuming one impressively plump one, he hopped onto a huge lily pad to rest, digest, and thank his benefactress. Barney sighted Ginny who was taking one more look at him behind her shoulder as she started her walk back home. "Ribbit, croak croak, ribbit," he called after her. Ginny sighed. She would pass the fourth grade this time. Her patience paid off. Barney was no longer couped up in a fish tank in a classroom. He was free to swim, hop, and make new friends. Before long, he would meet a girl frog to love, marry, and have little Barneys. "And that, Miss Sara, was the smartest thing I have done in my entire life," she explained when she returned to school with the empty carrier. |
| Friday November 17, 2023 2:00 am I still need to read Stoneheart's NaNoWriMo's story book 2. He says he is a novice writer but I seriously doubt that. His work needs a lot of editing but so does mine. I am keeping tabs on a number of newbies. Taking some of the pressure off of schnujo. I still want to get to more blogs to get to know more bloggers. My goal is to visit 2 per day. I find I am reading the same two every day. I did write two poems for the Thankful Poetry Contest. I would love to win something sometime. I thought I would be more successful in contests. I won 3rd place in the Good Deeds contest back in July. Except for two times winning a weekly hook contest I have been awardless. Maybe one of my poems will be at least an honorable mention. After 8 mos being active here, I know who the great writers are. |
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I haven't tried it with a blog, but with book entries you can click the gear in the upper right corner of the entry and then hit Edit. Then you should be able to edit, not just the words, but also who can see it. Just change it to For My Eyes Only. 
And I find it adorable that you didn't know how to tag yet. 
