I love this quote from Louise Beebe Wilder that I recently came across that, even though it was written in 1928 or so, applies to the blogging world of today.
‘…that each of us should feel free to express himself–his most extravagant, whimsical, ardent, honest self; to work out his own theories and bring his bit of earth to what seems to him its finest and fittest expression.’
This blog is ‘my bit of earth’. On it you will find pieces and oddments of what I’ve been reading or doing. Some flowers and some weeds, if I may continue the analogy. Some of what I write on this blog is long-form essay.
I indulge in a bit of ramble at times, like an old garden rose, perhaps…and I can’t always predict what subject I will be intrigued with, and inspired to write about, from one day to the next. That being said, you can consider this the short version of About This Blog. For the long version, put on the coffee, and keep reading….
It took the genius of Virginia Woolf to describe what many of us ordinary, modest readers and writers would like to accomplish with a blog.
‘The common reader,’ she wrote, ‘…is guided by an instinct to create for himself, out of whatever odds and ends he can come by, some kind of whole–a portrait of a man, a sketch of an age, a theory of the art of writing.’
This is about those odds and ends I come by.
In terms of literary tastes, I am slightly stuck in the past, when the clumsy word ‘blog’ did not exist (oh happy time!) but the concept of journal, letters, belles-lettres, monographs, and elegant diaries certainly did.
When we read the works of authors long past, it is as though we were looking back at after-images in time; seeing ourselves reflected in the words and worlds that went before us. As we read, we renew them in that moment. (That’s pretty exhilarating, if you ask me!)
However you define it, we readers and lovers of words never cease to thrill at the sight, sound, and smell of opening the pages of a new book.
“These are not books, lumps of lifeless paper, but minds alive on the shelves.” Gilbert Highet
As a wordsmith, I love odd, antiquated, whimsical words. This is not an intellectual pursuit, but a knack I inherited from my dear mom, who also loved to collect tiny jars, and put tiny things in them. At times I will feature my favorite word finds here, in the category of ‘The Curious Word‘. Or perhaps I should title it ‘H.W. Fowler Turning in his Grave‘.
I’ve written two works of fiction. These have been generally well received, and you can read more about them here.
My friends call me a gentle person. I don’t know if that is true, but I can tell you that my idea of an ‘f’ word is piffle, kerfuffle, and fluffification.
One of my favorite authors, Margery Sharp, is featured with a blog of her own here. I have authored this since 2000, but it is still a work in progress.
All original writing is copyrighted, which is the general thing that people say right at this point in the ‘About’ page.
(I try to use my own photos if possible, but on occasion I borrow from the web. In this I attempt to use public domain images, or locate the original source to give proper credits. If I have inadvertently used one of your original photographs and you object to its use on my site, please let me know and I will remove it and buy you a croissant.)