Have a Heart
Last week I had a lot of thoughts about what to write about in this blog post. After about the third one, I decided I better jot them down so I didn't forget.
Somewhere between then and now, I'm guessing one of the dogs ate my index card. I can't find it any place. I'm certain [of course!] that I wouldn't have grabbed it along with a few other papers and fed it to the shredder.
Now I'm charged with trying to get my itty-bitty brain to remember what I wrote on the card and how I planned to tie it all together.
Words fail me.
One thing I planned to chat about were the nice folks at Blogger, bless their hearts, and how they can't count. Has anyone else experienced wild changes in the number of comments Blogger says there are and how many there really are?
There would be one number at the bottom of the post and a different number on the comment screen. And neither number matched the actual number of comments. And these numbers changed throughout the day. This went on for 2-3 days.
Maybe they were just messing with me.
Another thing I was going to mention was how great all you A-Zers are doing. I wish I had time to follow all of you on a daily basis. Sadly, I'm not SuperWoman.
There are a few I'm getting to every day, and the quality of the posts are amazing. Every once in a while I visit a blog I haven't been to in a while and I find another awesome A-Z post. Congratulations to all of you!
The only other thing I remember I wanted to mention was the way a friend of one of my neighbors phrased something. She was talking about how difficult it is for some people to part with possessions, and how she could help. What she said was: Her heart is attached to everything. Mine's not.
I thought that sort of describes how writers are with our manuscripts and why we need critique partners and beta readers and editors.
Our hearts are attached. Theirs aren't.
But for the life of me, I can't remember what else I planned to say. Whatever it was, must have been what would tie all this together.
Happy Monday!
Now I'm charged with trying to get my itty-bitty brain to remember what I wrote on the card and how I planned to tie it all together.
Words fail me.
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There would be one number at the bottom of the post and a different number on the comment screen. And neither number matched the actual number of comments. And these numbers changed throughout the day. This went on for 2-3 days.
Maybe they were just messing with me.
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There are a few I'm getting to every day, and the quality of the posts are amazing. Every once in a while I visit a blog I haven't been to in a while and I find another awesome A-Z post. Congratulations to all of you!
The only other thing I remember I wanted to mention was the way a friend of one of my neighbors phrased something. She was talking about how difficult it is for some people to part with possessions, and how she could help. What she said was: Her heart is attached to everything. Mine's not.
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Our hearts are attached. Theirs aren't.
But for the life of me, I can't remember what else I planned to say. Whatever it was, must have been what would tie all this together.
Happy Monday!
Comments
I *heart* this post :)
I did noticed something odd with the comments now that you mention it.
And there have been some amazing posts. I mentioned one blogger's awesome theme today because it's been the funniest one I've seen so far.
Wonderful read today.
Yvonne.
I actually had this talk with my aunt and cousin at Easter. About if I helped her clean out her place she wouldn't have half her stuff left because it should all go.
But she's attached :)
I am also in awe of the A-Z Challengers. I admire their blogging dedication!
And very true about editors/beta readers. That's why they're so valuable.
I'm in awe of all these a to z bloggers too. How DO they do it??
Maybe you forgot what you wanted to say, but this was a fantastic post anyway. And such a good point about needing someone else to read our manuscript. I know that's hard for me as it's like my baby and I have such a hard time having it critiqued, but I know how important that is.
And, I'm glad I'm not the only one having the issue with comments on Blogger. I thought I was going nuts a few times last week.
I'm not attached to things like some people are, however, I do have my junk. :)
Laura - The doggies are masters of disguise.
Alex - Cool. I'm going to be at your blog in a few minutes - I'll check it out.
Manzanita - You'll do fine sorting through all your memories. Keep what you feel you must. Let it sit for a week or so, then go through those boxes again while the memories are still alive in your heart. You may surprise yourself :)
Yvonne - If only there were more hours in a day....
Delores - I haven't noticed any trolling. Knock on wood.
L.G. - I'm not keeping up very well. Sigh.
Karen - Thank you.
Emily - Thankfully that's one problem I don't have :)
L.R. - I'm sure I'd be a crazy person doing A-Z, but I really admire all the participants.
Linda K - My critique partners are amazing, too.
Julie - Sweet and innocent. OK, I stopped laughing now :)
Teresa - We all have a secret stash, I think.
Elspeth - I appreciate your visits. I'm glad you're still blogging :)
Cherie - Thanks for your kind words.
It certainly makes me think of improving my organization.
And yeah, hearts do get attached to certain things. My family calls me a hoarder. I say I'm an eclectic collector.
Heather
Anne - I'm not much of a collector, but I'm a total eclectic.
Heather - Thanks!
Glynis - I think it's more project overload.