I am a lover of pictures…whether captured instantly through the crystal-clear lens of a camera…or sewn together over the course of a lifetime in the warm, lined faces of old people. I am a lover of pictures.
Yet even more so…I am a lover of stories. Oh, please understand, I do take great pleasure in capturing a moment, a feeling, the intricate details that just might fade if not for the companionship of my camera.
But a story has depth that moves me beyond what I can see. Yes, let me sink down heavily and languish there upon the story that can carry me into another world. One of those stories stirred ’round and served up in all sorts of sumptuous flavors by artists and dancers, writers and musicians…by everyday people like you and me.
Now when I say stories, let me assure you I’m not referring to fiction alone. Among my favorites are stories that were actually lived before being told. How fortunate we are to have great weavers of words, these tellers of tales. It is a shame when life seems so busy that we don’t take time to feed our souls with stories—with all kinds of writing that are simply enjoyable.
As I considered dipping my toe into this vast expanse of ocean, the ever-burgeoning blogosphere, I searched the internet for advice about how to “do it right”. Most “experts” advised, “Keep it short! Hit ‘em fast! And definitely: Use Bullets!” ‘Sounded more like tips from the Mob than the kind of guidance I was hoping for.
I had envisioned creating a place that was rich and colorful…an oasis from the efficient, the expedient and the productive. How encouraging to finally stumble upon some wonderful words of advice…urging writers to set their sights higher and to resist the movement toward blogs dishing up bare bones and bulleted “anorexic” content…thank you Amber Simmons!
And so, on this day, February 12, 2009…as I press “publish” on my very first blog post…
… I will happily lay down my bullets.
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Mari, this is a wonderful site, Isn’t God good. He certainly has stirred up His giftings in you my dear