My blog’s getting a makeover

Have you guessed the time Gonzales is going to resign to get a free years supply of Ben & Jerrys? My younger friends, in their teens, are very very into this. So are their parents who were totally apathetic because they didn’t believe change would come. They became apathetic after the Florida election, because democracy wasn’t working.

It would be incredible, amazing, wonderful beyond belief if the firing of the prosecutors is the one action that brings down Bush & Comp and more than a lot ironic.

I bought a new camera to replace the one that went into the sea. It’s not a simple point and click, so I practiced on objects as it was too cold to practice on the street.

I love glass. It’s pure and calming to me. This is just a bit of the glass objects. Some are Scottish paperweights. Scottish sand’s supposed to be the best for glass making.

I disliked Murano until they began to make door knobs

These pictures only reflect one side of me. My blog feels the same. When it’s made over, issues will be on a sidebar as Courting’s really about stories.

I can tell real stories about each object and I can make some stories up. When I first began blogging, I was “forced” to defend the veracity of my stories. At the time I had only written one fiction post, but it wasn’t clearly marked “fiction.” As the woman kept morphing into different identities, well, it was obviously fiction.

I have never had a wonderful feeling about blogging. It doesn’t make me all warm, happy and comfortable.

I deeply regret getting so deep into issues because it wasn’t fun, and began my love hate issues with comments.

The new Courting will be a more peaceful place. One where I can feel comfortable telling stories, whether true or fiction.

Lately I have been very reflective and wondering why I even call myself a writer. Yeah, I have had over 50 articles published, but I can’t say that I have been trying to be published.

Before I did become a professional writer, many people including my mother would ask why I wasn’t one. I had a stock answer:
There are nine million people in the naked city and 8.75 million think they’re writers.

Maybe I was right. I just don’t know.