Just so you know, everything’s fine. I didn’t have an accident or ingest the wrong berry. My head is OK, or at least as OK as it can be.
I signed up for Blogging 101.
Yes, I’ve been blogging for a while. BUT, because the last Blogging 101 happened right before I began my blog I thought I could learn something and fix my blogging boo-boos.
My name is Barbie. I’m a goofball and kind of the opposite of an M&M-my hard shell is on the inside. I am in the process of writing my childhood memoir that I would love to see on the New York Times Bestseller’s list. The problem lies in the fact that I’ve had no training in writing. OK, I did take one workshop in memoir writing and I’m starting the follow-up course in a few weeks. Minimal, but it will do for now. I am, however, enjoying the challenge.
Now for the real problem: As in any good memoir, the depths of your soul need to be revealed. This is not easy because of my M&M shell on the inside. I need some support here people. Warm hands will melt that shell.
My Goals for Blogging 101
Well that’s a little personal isn’t it?
- Write because I enjoy it.
- Practice putting personality on paper – I seriously didn’t intend to make alliteration here, but now that it’s there I’ll keep it.
- Learn something
- Attract an audience And here’s more alliteration. I’m beginning to see a bad writing habit. Just ignore that and join my blog.
- Pretend that sharing personal info is no big deal.
- Life, Family, Travel, Nonsense, Quotes, Pictures of faces
Wait a sec. Pictures of faces?
Yes. Pictures of faces.
Like children with big eyes? Women weaving baskets? Men looking macho?
No. Pictures of faces I find in random places, like in the knot of a tree or a sewer drain.
Because I see faces everywhere and they all have a distinct character. I also fear for the loss of creativity in mankind so I’m doing my part to keep it going. It’s good for the brain, and the soul.
Oh. Ok. Whatever.
One More Thing
My blog is light-hearted and silly. I aim to keep it a happy place to visit when writing my memoir brings me to the low-down hoe-down. (I live in Montana. I do believe they still have hoe-downs here.) If I have a deep moment please don’t drop me on the tile. That’s when I’m the most fragile.
C’est tout. (Yes, I speak French.) Thanks for visiting.