When I was young, “What did I say?” invoked terror in my little brain. I’m a generalist; I don’t remember things exactly. A specifist would gladly parrot whatever they were told.
I learned to write by learning to read. Oh, and reading took me so long to figure. I can’t say master since I am sure there is plenty left to learn while reading.
Once, I loved to write letters. I still keep a journal. Okay, pages here and there and over there, under that and filed in binary. I’m not an author, a poet or a journalist. I just write. I can’t imagine not writing, though I did try a hiatus once. My brain overflowed, I think.
Podcasting. Well, no. I tried hosting other people who read out loud. Not for me.
Is “Verba Volant, Scripta Manent” true for you? Is your blog the written words that remain?
©2014 Sandra R. Davidson