ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
Dear Sunday Letter Peeps,
Last week I had technical difficulties with my blog, but (knock-on-wood) everything is squared away. Here we are on April 8 which happens to be Draw A Picture of a Bird Day (more on this later). You may think I’m kidding, but I’m not. There’s a day set aside for nearly everything you can’t imagine.
Dear Sunday Letter Friends,
Since my last Sunday letter, the whole week blurred right on by. And what I worried might happen with these Sunday letters is about to unfold… I didn’t blog about anything all week, and now I have two back-to-back letters.
Must do better.
John and I spent a couple of days in Hot Springs. A mid-week road trip messes with my brain. I had one of those, “What day is it?” type weeks. Add this morning’s time change to the equation, and I’m really out of sync.
I’ll keep this short and sweet.
In fact, this may be more Sunday postcard than Sunday letter.Continue Reading
Dear Sunday Letter Readers,
How are you? Fine I hope. When I was a kid, I started letters to friends in this way with six words, six syllables. The opposite of compelling. Flat as a flitter. Really grabs you and makes you want to keep reading, doesn’t it?
Makes you say, “Boy, I bet she’ll be a writer someday.”
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The important thing to remember is that we all start somewhere whether we’re learning to walk or read, learning to write code for our blogs, learning to clean the p-trap so the bathroom sink will drain in good time.
Bottom line. We don’t get anywhere if we don’t start somewhere. This goes double for writers.
Question: Do you come from a place where flat as a flitter is/was a common phrase? If not, here’s all you need to know==> A flitter is flatter than a pancake. Flatter than a delta field. The flattest thing ever. Continue Reading
