Showing posts with label facebook. Show all posts
Showing posts with label facebook. Show all posts

Friday, November 18, 2016

* DECLUTTERING THE CLUTTER *

In my new approach to declutter my life, both in actual "clutter-around-the-house," and in the ideas and issues I tend to become fixated on...you know, those things I attempt to accomplish and either I just don't have the time, or I just don't have the desire and passion that's required. Well... 



I've discovered that I do indeed have the time for many things. The problem is I obviously don't really have the desire. Hey, I think I'm on to something here!


So, one of the things I'm going to change is to remove all the blogs on my two blog roll lists...The one on the left side for Writers' Blogs, and the one on the right side for all my other Favorites.

Why? Because when I scroll down and see all the interesting blog posts I want to read, and comment on, the stress level begins to rise. And that is not a good thing for someone trying to declutter their brain! I'm not abandoning you, really. I will stay in touch, I promise.

As I've mentioned before, I'd like to delete my Facebook account, due to the huge amounts of hateful political posts and comments spewing back and forth. But it's a great way to keep in touch with my out-of-town family and friends. So, I've just been limiting my time there, and I refuse to get caught up in all the ridiculous nonsense.

I recently deleted my Twitter account, but I never used it much anyway, so that wasn't a difficult decision.

I just need to stay off my computer as much as possible, unless I'm paying bills or writing emails!

All of this may seem selfish on my part, and maybe it is, but I have to start taking care of me, which is what I thought I'd been doing all along. And...I'm not even sure what I want to do with the rest of my life!


"Life is uncharted territory. It reveals its story one moment at a time." - Leo Buscaglia
 

Sunday, August 30, 2015

* NOSTALGIC SUNDAY *

It's Time for Another Nostalgic Sunday
 


Yesterday I received a Facebook message from someone who was both a grade school and high school friend. (Yes, once again Facebook has been a good thing for me, so I guess I better quit stating that I don't like Facebook!) It wasn't "just a message," but it contained some very profound words. The kind of words we writers live for.

Her name is Debbie and we'd kept slightly in touch through Facebook, mostly through our "Group Leader" who is so good about keeping classmates up to date on things, and arranging reunions, both large and small. A couple of weeks ago, Debbie sent me a check for a signed copy of my memoir. The following are her words, taken directly from our Facebook messages. (And yes, she gave me permission to use them.)


DEBBIE

"Totally enjoyed your book. Will definitely be interested in your sequel. It did make me laugh, make me sad, made me want to sit down and have a cup of coffee with the author like Judith Hendricks said. And it also did make me remember a lot more from my past and brought my life into a sharper focus like Susan Bono said. It definitely left me wanting more so bring on that sequel girlfriend - I am definitely ready. Thanks again, Becky."

"Oh by the way - Was Gary XXX the boy in grade school? Thought I recognized the description. If it was, it was the first boy I kissed in 8th grade. LOL... Maybe not the first for sure but the first I can remember. CRS"


Becky

"OMG! You are one fast reader, Debbie!" [I think she read it in one day.] "Thank you SO MUCH for your compliments!! Those words mean the world to me! And yes, that was Gary XXX! I asked his permission first, to use his name, and after I wrote the chapter, let him read it and give his okey dokey! He's a really nice guy. Did you remember that the house your family was renting on 87th Street, was the one my family moved into and rented after your home was ready?? Thanks to YOU! I think you had me over for dinner one night, or something, and I found out then about you guys renting it. You saved us!! True!"


DEBBIE


"ZZZZ did tell me about that although I had a stroke in 1975 and I lost a lot of memories - so I did not recall it. I am not very computer savvy on sharing anything correctly but I did put a new message on facebook about your book. I think you brought back memories for me that I thought I had lost forever and I am not sure how but somehow through the listing of songs and just different little things - something started coming back. Amazing. You are sure welcome to use anything I have written to you as a quote or recommendation. Also, you are an inspiration also to all of us that kept things inside and our insecurities. Still trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up. LOL but not really funny. I use laughter as a defense.

PS I am not usually a fast reader however I just wanted to keep reading - couldn't put it down."
 
Becky
 
"You are so sweet! And I'm sorry I didn't know about your stroke. How wonderful that you have recovered from it as much as you have! YOU are inspirational, Debbie. And I agree with you....I'm still trying to figure out what I want to be when I grow up! Thank you again!! My STA and St. Philips friends/aquaintances have been my best cheerleaders! It feels so wonderful. Bless you...and xoxo "
 
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This Is Why I Write. This is what I hope for when I write; for readers to feel something...happiness, sadness, memories of their own, hopefully to make a difference in their lives. And when Debbie shared her above feelings with me, I was on top of the world.
 
 
 
“If the book is true, it will find an audience that is meant to read it.”
—Wally Lamb

 

Tuesday, August 25, 2015

* THIS ONE'S FOR YOU - - MR. STEPHEN T *

I don't spend much time on Facebook, since I really can't afford to waste any time...and who can?...and I really don't even like Facebook... But it does come in handy once in a while......as in today.





This T-shirt made me literally laugh out loud! (Is there an LOL for that, as in LLOL?)

Have a wonderful Tuesday, just like Floyd would!


"If I keep this up I'll probably end up with a barber's claw from holding the shears all day." - Floyd (the barber) Lawson