Saturday, July 31, 2010

My two week vacation only resulted in one poem and no writing on my long story. None and nada. So much for those plans. I had planned and plotted but didn't actually get anything written. That is the rub. The rub on pen on paper.

I think I've gotten caught up on reading online since getting home. This saddens me. It is too bad it came to that but I understand. I think the online world lets people be who they are. It's just too bad that there are so many who use their words in ways that don't lift the conversations. On vacation we were discussing how alcohol shows who a person really is. It isn't a cover, but lifts the lid on who they really are. Same as online IMO. Who do you want to choose to be? Simple question I think.

Ron Silliman's blog opened the online poetry world to me, finding places and topics I wouldn't ever have. So for that I'm grateful.

Now to boil some potatoes and consider what words I'll write next.

Saturday, July 10, 2010

Who knew?

There is a new stats section on Blogger now. Apparently I have a Eastern/Northern European following (or bots that take up residence) in the last little while:

Russia 4
Ukraine 3
Germany 3
Latvia 2
Switzerland 2
Netherlands 2
United Kingdom 2
France 1


Speaking of stats, I've been collating word counts, and since the beginning of the year, I've written 10K+ on my long story. Plus other words on other stories, plus the April Napo count of 30 poems. I don't count those poemy words. I don't care about word count really, because the story or poem will be what it will be /Doris Day moment, but just for output reasons, it's interesting in a time spent sort of way.

Now I'm off to see if the baseball game is over, and people are home. I can't hear them over the air conditioner. Toodles.