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Sunday, March 9, 2008

Voila! The blog is updated! Please let me know if there is anything else that ya'll want changed...
Also, we can:
  • choose who can see the blog. Options are anyone (what it's set on now) , members only (ya'll) or only people we choose. What do we want?
  • change background colors & text colors - is there a specific color that we want our background to be besides white?

See ya'll!


1 comment:

Grannie Carol said...

To my lovely sisters in writing:

You were all so kind in your critique of my essay on “Dreams” at our Sept. 22 Pens and Pages meet. I admit to being a bit nervous before the meeting, worried that you would rip it to pieces, paragraph by paragraph. Instead, you offered some great suggestions and tips that I am planning to use in the future --- not just in the rewrite of “Dreams.”

You all know that I have been a journalist for many years. I hope this fact did not stop you from being more critical of my efforts. Changing from a news style of writing to a creative style is a lot harder than I ever thought it would be. What I’m accustomed to is, “Just the facts, Mamaam. Just the facts.” (I guess most of you are too young to remember that quote from the old “Dragnet” TV show.) Anyway, fifty years ago we were taught in Journalism at Texas Tech, not to express our own thoughts or opinions in our articles. This creative writing experience is the complete opposite.

So this is for Robin: “When Stanley and I left for the Cub Scout meeting, the air was heavy with humidity. It had been a rainy season in Friona. Before we reached the highway I had to turn on the windshield wipers. ‘Skrosh-skrook, skrosh-skrook.’ Street lights lent a shine to the pavement and puddles along the way, but the road to the Scout Hut wasn’t paved or even graveled. I realized we hadn’t brought an umbrella. As always there were newspapers in the back seat of the car. When we reached our destination, Stanley grabbed a newspaper to hold over his head and made a mad dash for the door of the Scout Hut. Then when backing the car out to leave, the tires made that awful ‘rhrhrhrhrhrh’ sound and the car didn’t move. I realized I was stuck in the mud.” Etc. etc.

Amanda: Thank you for your sweet article about the baby goats. It made me want to take one home and bottle feed it. My granddaughters once had a baby goat in their backyard as a pet. I took a snapshot of their little dog taking a nap out in the yard, while using the baby goat as a pillow.

All you pretty ladies just keep on writing. We’re making progress.
And ‘Thank You’ to Brenda for posting this piece on the website for me.

Grannie Carol