A Few Favorite Quotations
I collect quotations. And share them. Whether the listener wants to hear them or not!
I’ll spare your sensibilities for this post. Maybe share a few in the next one. Possibly that’s why I wanted to start a Substack a couple of years ago. And then dropped the ball! A while later, forgetting about my first attempt, I began another and let it drift also. Are we seeing a pattern here? After a speaker at one of my writers group zoom meetings mentioned her Substack, and integrating her newsletter with it, here I am having another go. Even old dogs can learn new tricks so I’ve heard!
I’ve sporadically done blogs, websites for going on thirty years, I guess. That might give you a clue about my age, if you don’t know it. I crave feedback, hearing from people who have read my deathless prose. Favorable feedback, you do understand, don’t you? Kidding. I’m not really a narcissist. A librarian, with no ill intent, surely, took care of that when I was a scared little thirteen or fourteen-year-old high school girl back in Georgia. Did I mention being second of eight children? Yeah, that, too.
Hardly even knowing what or how it happened, I wound up being two years younger than my classmates, beginning school at five years old, promoted to 2nd grade the last three weeks of the school year. Yikes. Being a compulsive, avid reader helped me achieve that, I suppose. Maybe I’ll tell ‘what the librarian said’, without ill intent, I’m pretty certain, in a later post.
My intent is to post several times a week. And if I manage to cobble together more issues of my Escape into Story newsletter, I’ll publish them here, also. I suppose time will tell if the third time is the charm! I love holidays, so will probably post something for them even if I’ve done more than a couple that week. If I eventually graduate to having actual followers, or even, dare I say it, paid subscribers you’ll be able to opt out, of course, if you can’t stand another post of drivel you have no interest in.
I’m fascinated by pictures of bits of glass that have spent time being rolled around and clicked against each other and objects of all kinds in the ocean and wind up on the beach. I’ve no idea where this beach is located, but someone posted a dozen or so pictures a number of years ago and I saved them.
