Stolen Words: Learning The Game

Stolen Words are my compilations of lyrics used to make a new piece of prose of sorts.  The lyrics are ‘stolen’ from the songs I hear while surfing my favourite channels on SiriusXM.  I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them.

Stolen Words:  Learning The Game was inspired by the great folks over in the Commons during this past week while we took WordPress’ Commenting Bootcamp 101.

Tell Me, Who Are You? Please. I Really Wanna Know.

In response to today’s Daily Prompt – Envy.

I’ve been working on rewriting my About page – AGAIN.  I don’t like it, haven’t been happy with it since the first draft of it went up but I had to have something there.  Even through Blogging 101 AND 201, I couldn’t get it to where I wanted it to be.

Stolen Words: Annie’s Song

Stolen Words are my compilations of lyrics used to make a new piece of prose of sorts.  The lyrics are ‘stolen’ from the songs I hear while surfing my favourite channels on SiriusXM.  I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them.

“Annie’s Song” is written in memory of the wife of a blogging pal of mine who passed away last month.  Her name was Ann Bryce (Oct 1928 – Feb 2016). While I was working on this piece, it brought a tear to my eye when John Denver’s “Annie’s Song” came on one of the channels.  Much to my kids’ chagrins in having to listen to it, I have been a lover of Denver’s music since I was just a wee one.  I’m sure I have over a dozen of his records in my vinyl collection.  Anyway, I knew in that moment it would be the title, even though I don’t have a clue as to whether Ann was ever called Annie.

So to extend my condolences to my friend Herb and to honour his wife of 50 years Ann, I dedicate this post.  One day, you shall waltz again together beyond the sunset, where angels meet to dance.  Until then, blessings and prayers … Marianne

I Am Perfuctly Fecked Up: Part III

Didn’t intend for this to be a trilogy of posts but have some more thoughts to share on it so here goes.  If you haven’t read my Part I and Part II posts on this theme, might want to check those out first to perhaps be able to follow my train of thought.  Or, don’t and give ‘er a go anyway.  I wish you luck.  I can barely stay on the traintracks when I read my own stuff.

I read a book about a month ago that I was so engaged by, I read it in 2 days.  That’s fast for me.  I usually like to read slowly, absorbing each portion of a read bit by bit, contemplating what the words on the pages I just read mean to me.  Often, I’ll have a notebook nearby or my word processor ready to save all of the wisdom.  But this book, I couldn’t put down.

I Am Perfuctly Fecked Up: Part II

In follow-up to my post from yesterday, I Am Perfuctly Fecked Up: Part I, here is the core of the post I had started last summer and let sit in my Drafts folder for a long time.  Revisited it the other night and got more out of it now than I had even tried to express last year.  Guess the timing for it was just right.

Last summer I took the WP Blogging 101 course.  One of the other participants, Romica, had a blog post called “What Is Deep About Everybody Poops“.  Interesting title right?  Yeah, I thought so too.  Around the same time, I also read the article “Roundtable: The Scariest Post I Ever Published“, put out by our very own WordPress Daily Post, which I am an avid follower of.