This is not the first time I have set up and posted a blog. I have set up several cleverly titled, smartly written witty ditties, then saved and lost them in spectacular fashion!
They are in cyberspace somewhere with several chapters of my current novel (saved under a date, in a file, god knows where) several memberships of fabulous sites gaurenteed to make me a fabulous income writing, all from the comfort of my own home and the first branches of a very scraggy family tree. Not to mention a great e-book called "dressing up for sex" !
I start them all, sign up for everything and save stuff in places only I would know where it is. That is usually the last I see of them!
My last blog had a nifty little post called Walking Women, based on a true observation of women powerwalking past my window, whilst I was reading the paper and drinking tea.
I was reminded of it yesterday when fifty women powered past on a charity walk to raise money for breast cancer, some demanding cups of tea, others hard cash and one even demanded a group a photograph, (this is a local village in Ireland after all).
They raised a ball of cash, the photo is a bit shaky but the blog I was reminded of is gone forever.
So here it is. My new one, my latest and the one I promise to keep going, mainly because my german friend Doris Stahl has told me she will bully me every day until I do. So I am/will.
Trusting that in the process some of my precious ramblings will find their cyberwings and come back to me.
in hope...
anne
They are in cyberspace somewhere with several chapters of my current novel (saved under a date, in a file, god knows where) several memberships of fabulous sites gaurenteed to make me a fabulous income writing, all from the comfort of my own home and the first branches of a very scraggy family tree. Not to mention a great e-book called "dressing up for sex" !
I start them all, sign up for everything and save stuff in places only I would know where it is. That is usually the last I see of them!
My last blog had a nifty little post called Walking Women, based on a true observation of women powerwalking past my window, whilst I was reading the paper and drinking tea.
I was reminded of it yesterday when fifty women powered past on a charity walk to raise money for breast cancer, some demanding cups of tea, others hard cash and one even demanded a group a photograph, (this is a local village in Ireland after all).
They raised a ball of cash, the photo is a bit shaky but the blog I was reminded of is gone forever.
So here it is. My new one, my latest and the one I promise to keep going, mainly because my german friend Doris Stahl has told me she will bully me every day until I do. So I am/will.
Trusting that in the process some of my precious ramblings will find their cyberwings and come back to me.
in hope...
anne
1 comment:
Wow - you are on!!
There is certainly no grass growing under your Irish feet. As a fan of your writing I will be reading your blog religiously .........
Doris
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