Honey, I’m Hooooome!

Okay, so I hope neither of my faithful readers take this the wrong way:
I am the exclusive type.

That is, I prefer to read stuff that’s interesting and actually readable: mostly correct in punctuation and grammar. A typo here and there is excusable, I suppose, but what really turns my crank is the correct spelling of “definitely!” Wow, what skillful writing!

Recently I’ve begun wading into the writers/literary agents/publishing blogosphere (yes, silly spellcheck, that IS a word—and don’t you spellcheck me on ‘spellcheck,’ you ironical beast), and for the most part, it’s been refreshingly…correct. I don’t find any gag-inducing misusage of “there/their/they’re,” and the paragraphs are bite-sized and filled with engaging quips and interesting info.

Not only that, but—miracle of miracles—even those writing comments on the blogs (or most of them, anywho) are actually writing in complete sentences! Can it be true? Have I come home? After so many years of wandering through the wilderness of poorly written news stories and illegible forum posts, I may have found my comfy spot.

Hopefully I won’t settle in so much that I develop bedsores.

Yes, I’m aware that by posting this I’m setting myself up for critique. I know this blog is largely a simple monologue in which few readers would have any interest, and I’m so green at this writing bit that I am sure to make a fool of myself often.

But I figure at the very least, I’m increasing my dexterity and typing speed.

To both of you, thanks for sticking around. ☺

By the way, if you do wish to comment, please spellcheck and run it by your copyeditor before soiling my blog with literary refuse.

...just kidding. I’m just glad your you’re here.

This just in...New Post found on ancient blog..

So, I haven't really taken the liberty to post to ye olde blog in almost three years. This you know, because you can look at the dates on the posts below and determine that yourself.

"so, this is worth reading so far," you yawn..

Hey, humor me and stick around. It's bound to get interesting...you may in fact learn the secret to the cantaloupe loaf that to this point has eluded you.

But first, let's catch up.
Since November 11, 2006,

• the economy has gone decidedly south. Since I live in the south, I should be in the right place..;)
  
• I've moved. Slightly...20 minutes from the last house, but a bit bigger, with a yard this time, for my growing brood.
  
• on that note, we added two to our chicken coop. Joel joined us in March of 2007, and Eliza was born in May of 2009. We now are officially a family of 6 who have no choice but a minivan. (that's ok with me...I don't do well with too many choices. Now I know the Lamborghini is out.)
  
• DH (Wes) discovered he has a brain tumor: to be removed, Lord willing, Oct 14 of this year.
  
• I switched to Mac. YIPPEEEEEEEE is all I have to say about that.
• I've discovered I'm a writer. Not necessarily a good one, mind you, but a writer nonetheless (I feel kinda like Bill Murray in "What About Bob" when he claims to be a sailor). And it feels good to admit it. Now just to funnel those random impulses to write into something worthwhile and marketable... A Children's Picture Book! About a rabbit who learns a life lesson and a hug at the end! Yeah, that's fresh and unpredictable! And who needs proper grammar for a kids' book! They don't know how to spell or punctuate anyway!

...sigh, I'm discovering it's a bit more complicated than that. And this writing industry takes a bit (or a lot) of effort to break into. Stands to reason: I don't want any old publisher with ugly pictures producing my book amongst a flood of others destined for the clearance table. Like Hot Pockets--straight to the toilet (thanks, Jim). So, as I figure out how to navigate this lovely field, I shall blog.

Hello, and welcome. again.

Traffic jam on the info-superhighway..many blogs injured. News at 11.

So, what's the deal with blogging, anyway? I mean, you send your little two cents out into the cosmic void, subconsciously expecting to be thereby 'discovered' as an ultracool, hip wordsmithy for whose next witticism everyone waits with bated breath...
it's overrated.
Eventually, we're all going to realize that no one really is reading this. I'm pacifying my own need to communicate with a 'public' expression of my emotions....and I'm basically no better for it.

..but for now, it's kinda interesting.

so, hello, mr. Cosmic Void--may I call you 'Coz'? Nice to meetcha.