Colors to Share on Saturday, August 27, 2011

I liked Li's, whose blog is "Flash Fiction" idea of posting a picture when I can't think what to say. It's also had the added benefit of helping me remember how much I like pictures and colors. So, thank you, Li. I appreciate, truly more than I can say, the kindness of you all my friends. Thank you.

Funny, in a weird but not ha-ha way, well, maybe, I can write fiction and even put a certain amount of emotion there. And I can put down words for my kitties in their blog. But when it comes to myself, my words, emotions or thoughts, my mind goes blank and I cannot think of a thing to say. You know, I actually avoid real conversations for that reason. Past "hello" I literally have no idea what to say.

So anyway, here is the picture I picked to share today. I like the colors and the trees.




I hope you enjoy today's offering.
Thank you :-)

NaBloPoMo Post 1

 

Parts of me show up in my writing that I keep and share on Wordpress Blogs.  And part of me shows up in the blog I have for the Kwee Cats.  But I’ve gotten so caught up in keeping up, that where I started, here, with my Kwee Life has become rather anemic.  And I think, along with a mix of other things, I’m feeling it.  I saw the NaBloPoMo over on Jessica Prescott's JP's Poetry site.  It seemed like a good and interesting idea.

 

NaBloPoMo Post for Monday, August 1, 2011

Today’s Prompt:  What is your favourite book?

I have been an avid reader my entire life.  Even before I could read, Daddy would read to me.  Books have always been something more akin to a friend to me than just a matter of print.  I can go anywhere I want to, and do anything I wish, in a book.  When I began to nurture my own wish to write, I found I was only limited by the words I chose to use.

I was a Daddy’s girl.  I have not been “entirely right” ever since he died, even though its been over 20 years.  There is a book that emotions often keep me from opening, titled “My Father Can Fix Anything,” 1965, by Mabel Watts. We, however, called it, “My Daddy Can Fix Anything.”  He could.  That book, even more now than when I was a child and he would read it to me, is my favorite book.