Thursday, February 19, 2009
No more mystery letters
Hey, Kristy, this note is for you. Check out the "comments" section -- you should be able to post now without that annoying "identify letters-spinning forever" thing happening. Let me know how it works! Best to all you hard-working writers out there. Keep it coming, word by word...
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Thanks. I tried on Friday but nothing happened.
ReplyDeleteOK, works today. I'm up early on today, XX skiing in Girdwood with friend. See ya.
ReplyDeleteHi I asked the question on Blogger help. I enabled cookies for third party cookies and now the comments work.
ReplyDeleteThanks! I'll try that!
ReplyDeleteTruthfully, I am not the most technologically savvy person out there so it could very likely be me the one who’s doing something wrong. But your site did work eventually. And I read the note from “Elm” giving some tips, thanks.
ReplyDeleteI’m glad someone is getting a kick out of my comments I am not like you and/or some professional writer out there, who knows what to say, when to say it, and how to say it clearly. Through your blog, I find myself re-connecting with my hidden desire to write a bit more hoping it’ll make me a better writer. I guess I’m not as confident as I would like to be, you know?
Marrying for money was never an option for me either. I’m an air force brat, parents moved us kids all over when young so we experienced different cultures and environments. Lived in Greenland, Germany, Turkey, California, Brazil, Argentina. Needless to say, we didn’t get attached to many “things,” and our parents always encouraged us to enjoy life regardless of where we lived. Got married young, divorced, and met my Argentine-born husband during a trip to South America, he was our group guide. Yes, he’s not a bragger at all so if he ever discovered I’m writing about him on this blog; he’d probably think I’m being crazy. He is an incredibly loving man who will go to great lengths to show me his affection, and I feel lucky for that. When we go to public places, people will stare at us because we’re so different; I’m a blue-eyed blonde white chic and he’s a brown-eyed dark skin guy. Seems like we always get great customer service no matter where we go, especially from waitresses
Yeah, leaving all jokes aside, I think some people are forced to work fulltime and I’m okay with that. I’m not going to place a judgment whether they can do a worse or better job as parents, but they’re probably doing what is best in their situation. Your arrangement to be a freelance writer and your income making it possible to keep the family working smoothly is admirable. Keep it up. And, from what you’ve written so far, sounds like you’ll never lose your identity as a writer. I get the impression you believe in what you do and it’s part of who you are as a human being. I find the content of your writing very meaningful.
Thanks for your post -- and yes, writing somehow has gotten under my skin -- don't know if I'll ever NOT write. Even though we've never met, I'm glad you've found happiness with someone who really cares -- because that is worth more than any job, possession, etc. I think there are special people (1 person?) out there who you are meant to meet and if you're lucky enough they will be the one you end up with. Sounds like you found yours and the timing was right and now you get to have that life that so many people crave. Argentina? Hmmm... Must be a very handsome man!
ReplyDeleteSo you said something about having a hidden desire to write, and if there's one thing I hope my blog does, it's to get people more energized about that, so I'm glad to hear you're at least thinking about it. As I've written in past posts, sometimes it's the getting started that is the hardest part. So I'll keep my fingers crossed the you do just that (I'm imagining a steamy novel in which the main character meets a mysterious and incredibly sexy South American, and they live happily ever after...Ha! You can tell it first-person!)