One of the hardest questions that has plagued my writing has simply been, "What do I write about?" I have often heard the advice, "Write about what you know." Well, when I started writing and really putting my mind to it, I was only twenty-one. Basically, all I knew was high school, college, and a few European countries I'd visited during college. I didn't have very much to say for myself. I made myself write anyway with some good results, but nothing really stellar. Starting this blog last year gave me an excellent lab to bounce my ideas off of readers. By far my most popular peices have been about the wacky situations I manage to get myself into. I'm not a stupid person, but sometimes....I do some very silly things. Anyway, I'm twenty-seven now and the past six years have helped me come up with some new ideas that I think will be very successful. My husband and I have been building our own home and living in a 30 foot trailer in my in-law's fr...
I like it. Short but sweet and meaty. I won't covet more fingers, though. LOL.
ReplyDeleteWriting poetry is something I can't do at all. But I enjoy reading it.
Tasha
Cool words although I feel a little dumb as I don't get the 'other nine fingers' bit.. but still, that poem covers the feeling well :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Keith and Tasha!
ReplyDeleteThe poem is about my husband, and so the other nine fingers refer to the fingers without a wedding band.
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I think it is beautiful. I Once had a book of poems called Love Poems For the Very Married. THis reminds me of the poems in that book. You might do well to think of love poems for married people. We do still feel that way after we are married also. I hope Keith does not think you have some Kathy Bates thing going where you cut off his fingers. Scary mamasita
ReplyDeleteI love this! I totally got it, Sandra.
ReplyDeleteI should hook you up with the Poetry Train. http://mondaypoetrytrainrevisited.wordpress.com/
You'll dig the others there.