Once , Ernest Hemingway wrote it , said it, or whatever, that the Key to good writing is to always start with one true sentence. The truest sentence you can think of. And go from there. Ok, my true sentence from my heart and my addled brain.; We should all learn to get along, spend the energy on our hatred of each other and channel it for the good of the Human Race.
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| Isn’t it pretty to think so? |
“Life can be tough when you’re as thick headed as I am” -Blogger Grandpa…
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In keeping with my personal goal to write something everyday, and, knowing that some days are just like this, I’m just going to just add this run on, going no where sentence , hoping that the discerning reader will see how the mind of a 71 year old Grandpa works, and sometimes doesn’t work. There I’ve done it. I’ve written one absolutely true sentence. Although I doubt that the late Mr. Hemingway would agree that this is what he was talking about. But this is my Blog.
With apologies to E Hemingway
I hit the publish button!!
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"Journal vs Blog. The main difference is that journaling is a private, personal practice for self-reflection and processing thoughts and emotions, while blogging is a public, interactive platform designed to share content with an audience. Journal entries are for personal use, untangling ideas, and candid honesty, whereas blog posts are crafted for readers, often with a specific theme, and can be edited or updated over time"
"Think of your journal as your private workshop where you untangle thoughts, and your blog as a polished storefront where you present refined ideas to the public. While they are distinct, a journal can serve as a foundation for blog content, providing ideas and clarity for your public posts. "
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| It appears my hypocrisy knows no bounds |
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| Hiding the shiner |
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| After …. well iced |
So we are here. Damaged goods but still alive.
Thank you God for preventing what could have been much worse.
Thank you Lens Crafters for actual customer service and actual compassion. That is so rare nowadays and greatly greatly GEATLY appreciated.
Now on to the visit
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Write something every day. That’s my goal. Long or short just write. Don’t care about hits or counts. I’m just interested in satisfying my own writing itch.
I have done this over the years. After about 6 months I quit. Because I get bored. Always. Story of my life.
Many years ago, my high school guidance counselor for my senior year gave me this: you can do anything you want. Anything you put your mind to. By this time I was a B student. I was smart. This is what she told me. You are so smart but you just lose interest and walk away. I was an A student with a B attitude. Lazy. At that time as a high school senior, I just scoffed. But she had me pegged.
My entire life. With the exception of pursuits that I really wanted, I just walked away. Luckily my smarts were enough to carry me through. And the few things that truly interested me, Air Traffic Control for one, gave me a really good 40 year career. A drifter through life.
So that's me. And so I write. And I will write for a while, get bored, put it down. And I always come back to it. Because writing is one of the things that really interests me.
So for today, That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Stay Cool
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Before we had the always popular and vivacious world wide web, we would amuse ourselves by balancing spoons on our noses. No Fussing, no mussing, no drama, no stupid security updates, no twitters turning into X's, no Book of Face. nothing but just goofing around with spoons.
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| Pre 21st century internet days |
"Isn't it pretty to think so?" a famous line from Ernest Hemingway’s novel “The Sun Also Rises” It certainly covers a lot of ground. Thanks Ernest!
Stay Cool!!!!
21st century ... doesn't do it for me. I gravitate towards early 20th century thinking and experiences.. I'm fascinated by what Getrude Stein called The Lost Generation. Life was different then. Not without it's problems, as a matter of fact in the first 20 years of the century, the world suffered horribly under it's own pandemic. It killed many millions, this coming after what they called the Great War (World War 1 for us) in which millions more perished. Coming out of those events the depression brought world economies to their knees. An entire generation lost everything including any chance of dreaming of a better future. And yet, I feel an affinity for that period in history. Was it better? Demonstrably NO. Different though. People learned to adjust and to get by. Doing without in ways we can hardly imagine today. It was an important period. Absent was the spoiled self centered persons who inherit this new millennium.
My heroes from those years. The Hemingway's, The F Scott Fitzgerald's, Smart, brilliant, able to explain about what was going on in their writings. Each totally screwed up, eventually succumbing to the times in which they lived. Still, to me, fascinating.
I wish I could have been there. Lived it. All of it. 21st Century ... does not do it for me.
Isn’t it pretty to think so? Indeed it is. When your plans or your life goes a certain way, you wish it had gone differently, and you’re sad and you think if it had just gone differently and “isn’t it pretty to think so” Kind of says what you’re thinking and wishing.
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