Do you follow many blogs? Have you noticed that the people who blog to a large audience (you know, more than 5 followers) seem to have a rather poetic style, or artistic. Then again, the blogs I read with this style often are written by people designing fabric and patterns, so I suppose they are artistic. And poetic. BTW, that was an example of how they write. Often. Words alone. Make sentences. For effect.
The pictures are also interesting on such blogs. Perhaps a close up at a 38.527 degree angle of a feather on a bird on a fabric the person designed. Or the edge of a wall. Things that make you go, "Hmmmmm." In my case, it's more like, "Huh?"
The words used are the poetic part. Fabric that reminds someone of a willowy breeze in a field softened with hues of lavendar and lilac. Except they write it differently.
Then there are bloggers like me. We're the kind who write like we talk. I talk a lot. I mean, when I talk, I use a lot of words. I'm not an "outgoing person who likes to be the center of attention" kind of talker. You can be that kind person who talks a lot but may not use a lot of words to say something. You might just say a lot of different things. I'm a "let me start at the very beginning, but I'll back up three years earlier and describe in the minutest detail everything that ever happened" kind of person. There is a difference. Think of a news reporter. They have to give you the facts without too many details because of time restraints. That person might talk a LOT using a few amount of words for each account. A newspaper writer might say more in an article than a TV reporter could share, but still must keep the account fairly brief. That reporter could likely fill several pages with a variety of stories. A lot of words, but not all on one topic. Then there is the novel writer. This is a person who uses a LOT of words to describe MOST things.
That's me. While I've never written an actual novel, some have told me my writing is about as long as a novel. I want to share details to give the full effect of what I'm telling you. I could tell you we went to church today. OR I could tell you we slept in because my muscles were aching with fibromyalgia pain. When we got up I hurried the girls to eat before we left. Natalie had a bowl of Lucky Charms and wondered if someone had been eating them out of the box. I had some Kix, which does not say "Gluten Free" on the label, but the contents are gluten free. I don't normally worry about the little tag that says, "Made in a factory that also produces foods made with wheat." So far it has worked for me. Since Bethany is also on the GF diet, I had her try a new gluten free granola bar that I found while Kathy and I were in Houston for her chemo treatment. (if I were telling you this story in person, I would here break off into a discussion about Kathy and chemo and 3 hours later would say, "Oh, I want to finish telling you about church."). Natalie was worried that we would be late because Phil was not ready 30 minutes before church was to start. She wanted to go tell him to hurry, but I told her to just be patient. We finally were all ready to go and loaded into the van.
Okay, I will stop, but if you are a descriptive writer (detailed to the nth degree), you know that I want to continue my story. If you are not, you probably haven't made it this far and by now have deleted yourself from being my follower on my blog.
In my defense, when our pastor was talking about Spiritual Gifts a few weeks ago, he described the way a "teacher" talks. He could have been describing me.
This blog post has no deep meaning or knowledge to pass along. It isn't even a very good lesson from a teacher. It's just some late night ramblings from a mom who needs to get to bed but was distracted by some pretty fun blogs and the writing style of their authors. That's all.
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