Of course; now that you’re here, you’ve proven yourself determined.
When I first began blogging, I couldn’t pick a genre. I still can’t. Eh; I’m okay with that, I thought. Just to be certain, I started a second blog on parenting with the determination to grow it till it was MASSIVE…
…and it flopped. Turns out other parents don’t have time to read, either…
So, I went back to this eclectic approach of writing whatever struck my fancy.
Meanwhile, I’ve been a very devoted follower. I had everyone’s posts flooding into my Inbox.
And
I read
every
single
post.
I haven’t been able to lately*, however, and have therefore felt guilty that any of you are trying to do the same with what I write.
Hence, the title of this blog: you don’t have to read what I write.
If you’re more of a poetry fanatic, just pick those up. Like pictures? Come back on Fridays. Love aphorisms and quotes -try a Sunday. I do not expect anyone to devoutly read and respond to whatever pops up here.
Likewise, know that I’m reciprocating. I often don’t have the thumbs to text a comment, but I’m out there. Stalking. Reading.
As always, thank you for the support. You guys keep me going. Fo’ real.
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We’ve just begun! So, far this month, I’ve written:
Wednesday, November 2: “And Then, She Thought to Herself…,” in which we discussed hearing narration.
Thursday, November 3: “Onset of Night,” in response to Carrot Ranch‘s prompt.
Friday, November 4: Who doesn’t need an outsized moose?
Sunday, November 6: Everyone needs lovin’, by Maryam Hasnaa
Monday, November 7: Those Latter-day Saints done pay their tithing.
Tuesday, November 8: “Secret Codes by Secret Means.”
Wednesday, November 9: This post.
©2022 Chel Owens
*Lately, being the American English for not in the last five years. From the Chelsea English for understated.
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