Good morning, girls.
I’m really happy about the cool, dry, weather,
I slept very well.
I went out last night to have a few pitchers of beer with a friend of mine.
I really enjoy our exchanges and conversations.
Sometimes they can be quite intense,
sometimes on the borderline of rocky,
other times over the edge.
We battle back from those,
there is genuine respect and affection.
I’m really trying to be smoother in my dealings with friends,
I acknowledge that I’m sometimes hard to take.
So, we talked about many things.
A lot, about my dismal love life,
and my bruised and battered ego.
But, what I wanted to talk to you guys about,
was the notion of a writer.
Here’s what I mean.
To me, a writer has always been, someone who writes,
with the intention near or far,
of being published,
or at least in this brave new world,
My friend doesn’t see it that way,
I don’t want to misinterpret what she said,
and I hope she will let me know if I do,
but basically, she said that many of us are writers,
when we really care about words and books,
on a certain level writers.
Please forgive my simplification, I was inebriated at the time.
The idea struck me as highly original,
my friend is highly original,
I’ve been thinking about it since,
I’m not sure whether I agree or disagree but,
I think it’s food for thought.
Are those of us who blog about this and that writers?
If you keep a journal are you a writer?
Do fumblings, mumblings and ramblings about books, the weather and the state of your angst riddled life qualify?
I don’t know.
What do you guys think?
Another thing she mentioned,
apparently 40% of all people who read 50 books or more a year,
Since, neither of us are the New York Times don’t expect a source,
I mentioned about,
I’m going chew on this some more.
Have a wonderful day
I want to thank all of you for reading and comenting on this blog,
it means a lot to me.
Apparently I am both a heart on my sleeve and guarded kinda of a girl,
which I believe to be an acurate and astute description.
So to my friends, I say thanks for putting up with me,
it can’t always be easy.