Writing tips

Yeah, about that, see I don’t have any. I wish I did. I write from instinct. I took a creative writing class my Sophomore year in high school, but that was it. I enjoyed English through school, but I wasn’t “trained” in writing.

I was even a straight A student, graduated with honors, but I didn’t attend college. I didn’t do any further study on writing.  It was my choice actually. My step dad was a professor at the local college so I could have gone. I didn’t because, I wanted OUT of that small town. College just never came up for me.

I wrote many stories before life really began; basically before I turned 18. After that, I was busy and preoccupied with other things. Work, marriage, and raising a daughter. I always felt my writing was still there, just beneath the surface, taking it all in, and would one day emerge from the deep blue. I had no idea when and if you would have told me 20years? I would have called you a LIAR.

However, that is exactly how long it’s been. Twenty years.I am amazed how much I like writing again. I am amazed at the availability of writing. Back in my days, we used a yellow legal pad, or a diary with a little lock. Computers were just coming out into the mainstream. They were not the norm. Word processors and electric typewriters were available, but they were hard to get and not easy to use. I preferred writing long hand. It was easier to edit than try to figure out the word processor. Boy, have times changed.

So, here it is, two decades later and look at the writing process currently. Every day people get recognization from writing blogs and other online articles. More people have the opportunity to get their writings out in public. Writing is easier and faster with more platforms to do it on. Some, truly amazing writers are found in blogland.  I find the stories and styles incredibly diverse and interesting. I wonder how many of them are “trained”.

With WordPress app for your iPhone, you can even blog in the bathroom. Seriously! I saw a Toilet Can Blog. Now that just puts a whole new spin on potty mouth. HA!

Why I write this? To tell you, I am not a professional. I am not grammar perfect. I am just me. I just write from my gut.  The errors are ALL MINE. I take full responsibility and blame it on my twenty year hiatus.

The most compelling reason for writing again after twenty years? Click About this blog link below. God sure works in mysterious ways.


Prepararsi per Italiano


Well my friends, I have signed up for Italian conversation class at the local continuing education department at UTA.

I studied one language growing up. French. Oui. And NONS! Not the best idea. Not in Oklahoma & sure not for Texas! But I took it four years total. The last two were independent study. I even got to visit France for a month when I was 16. Oui! Oui! Oui!

How that came about was my mom & dad hosted a exchange student from France named Fabienne. She stayed with us a month in the summer. We had a blast! She was great. She was my same age and so very cute & hip. She had an adorable accent. She actually did wear a bathing suit top & shaved her underarms & legs & bathed regularly(ha). I thought she adapted to America very well.

So in turn , I travelled to France over Christmas break. Off to Paris I went. Fresh from the country to a foreign country. I knew my French was going to get lots of practice. This was my Christmas present from my step dad. How awesome is that???

Paris was beautiful. I saw the Arc de Triomphe first. What a sight that was and all along the Champs Elysees. *sidenote* As a Mom now I wonder how in the WORLD did my parents let me go to another country completely alone at 16?????*end sidenote*
Everything was soooo different! They had McDonald’s yes but it was not like OUR McDonald’s & the sodas (or cokes as I call em) no ice.

Nothing tasted the same at all. Everyone drank (but didn’t get drunk mind you) & smoked & did not bathe for two weeks or a month or more(but wore lots of perfume haha). Clothes were washed once a month. Food was waaaay different. Lamb guts & stuff like that. I even saw the Dad eat the brain of a Rabbit! Grossness!  I did like the smoked salmon & the pate which obviously we didn’t have in Oklahoma. (haha)

Right after I got there, we travelled by car to Briancon which is a little ski town in France right on the border of Italy in the Alps. Most of her family lived there. That is where we went to celebrate Christmas & New Years. The accent was different & I couldn’t understand their French there at all. I also could not translate my skiing ability nor my ski or shoe size. Soooo I ended up with super long skis & took many tumbles on the Alps until frustrated & mad bit of my gloves in a huff about to walk off the dang mountain.
Needless to say her Dad took me by ski lift back to the lodge. (ha) *sidenote again* Wish I could have really soaked in & appreciated the beauty of the Alps*end sidenote* But the ski town was great! I actually got to meet & hang out with Luc Alphone the downhill ski champion of France & many years later would see him on TV in the Olympics. Wow!

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