Okay, so one thing which always holds true is that I love words. I am not usually a big talker, in fact, I tend to think of myself more as a listener. But anyone can turn me on my head, like flipping a coin, just by giving me a soda pop, a cup of Joe, or some good old fashioned alcohol… that’s right, all it takes is a little giddy-up in my cup and my mouth is off and running full-speed ahead… for… hours… and hours… and hours! My family hates it. My friends hate it. And me, well, I think it is kinda fun.
I’m not a summarizer, I’m a blabberer!
That is not my quote. My fellow blogger and cyberfriend, Blair, used it in reply to an online conversation we were having. And I knew as soon as I read it that I had a new post! In one sentence she described my love of words… it fits me on caffeine to a T. It also describes my use of the written word. When you put a typewriter or a computer keyboard in front of me it is like flipping the on switch for my brain into overdrive. To the people I routinely send emails to: I apologize. When printed, those emails can be as many as 23 pages in length. I’m not kidding! Some emails I save in binders for sentimental purposes.
Anyways, I know many of you have noticed that short posts are not really my forte. My son, he used to describe himself as a chipmunk, putting everything in a nutshell… that is how he uses words. In fact, it is quite confusing to me because I usually have no idea what he is talking (or writing) about because it is so briefly stated. Drives me, well, nuts!
Anywhoo, I will not apologize to you, my trusty minions because you are choosing to read these lengthy blatherings of mine, however, I do want to thank you and tell you that I appreciate each and every one of you who follow me, read me, support me and encourage me. I am trying to mix in shorter things as I can… it’s just with my fingers forcing my mind to whiz-whirl-twirl-flip-and-skip, these things get to be quite lengthy even when I am trying to keep it brief.
Maybe I’m just not good at summing things up and bringing things to their rightful conclusion — or, wait, would it be its writeful conclusion? We are talking about writing, after all! Okay, okay, I’ll just force myself to stop. Like in the days of the telegram…
Oh, p.s. — sorry, but I really must insist on the postscript — (see I simply cannot stop even when I command myself): Blair’s blog is People, Things, and Life, but don’t worry, her posts are not as verbose as mine.