Recently, I pondered the fact and wrote that "My local friends tell me they read and like my Blog. If there are readers, unknown to me, in other places, I have received no comments."
Thus, I have no way of knowing whether people I don't know, are reading my Blog. Whether I have readers from distant places, or not, I find pleasure in the activity of writing.
A new direction has just come to my thought.I have been directed to: "Rewrite the sentence that is up above. As you write, eliminate all words that end in "ing" and use verbs to express the thoughts that came to your mind."
I will now follow the "orders" from above, and rewrite my earlier paragraph. I will allow verbs to help me share my thoughts.
RE-Written sentence: "When I receive comments from people who read my Blog, I am pleased to know that I have readers. Even without comments from others, I find it a pleasure to sit with a pen or at my computer, and write."
I would be pleased to know whether readers or other writers agree that if, as we write, we put aside the words that end in "ing" and use verbs, we add emphasis and clarity to our work.
Below we find the active voice of verbs used in a nursery rhyme.
Mary had a little lamb,
Its fleece was white as snow,
And everywhere that Mary went,
The lamb was sure to go.
My late husband, who died at age 66, had in earlier days, taught me a rhyme that I am certain, will never be memorialized.
I hope the word "be" is a verb. If so, does my late husband's rhyme have power, even if its power lies in the calling forth of laughter?
Never be lonesome
Never be blue,
Remember the mighty oak
was once a nut like you!
Words! I adore words. What wonderful friends are words! Words help us express ourselves. As we write, we often play with words, and for fun.
My retired hunting beagle, eleven-year-old Sammy, understands the words that I speak to him. (I think he is helped to understand my words by the tone of my voice).
Sammy also interprets the meaning of my index finger that points at him, or is wiggled. I am surprised that when Sammy speaks to me with barks and with a tail that wags, I understand his language, too.
Words are friends who join me in serious reflection and in play!
marylee manson armour
January 29,2007 January 30,2007
Revised January 31,2007, 10:00 a.m.,9:50 p.m.
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
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