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Washington D.C. Trip

I am back from Washington D.C.  My daughters school takes a trip every two years.  Four days of riding a bus, and 6 to 10 miles of walking per day.  By the last day, my feet were swollen clear up into my calves.  Painful! I have so many words and pictures to share, but it will take me a few days -as I need to restore my body to its normal state of relaxation. Can’t hardly wait to tell you about this adventure.

I Found Me!

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/toot-your-horn/”>Toot Your Horn</a> my heartstrings…fiddledeedee I believe I’ve found myself.  I pour out my heart each time I talk about the children who have cancer, foster children, adopting and my own family and pets. I also pour out my heart for each of you and the friendship that is building between us.  It is for these reasons I felt that a place for my heart -was me. A couple of times, I’ve watched a Korean drama where they discussed the story of the heartstring.  When two people fall in love, a string ties their heats together.  When you unroll the string -they are still one. No matter where I am, or what I am doing -I am tied to you and my family.  Each of you are holding a small portion of my heartstring -and there is still more to share. When you play the fiddle, my strings will stutter -deedeedeedeedee. Thanks for all of your advice and help! Dee

Finding My Unique Voice

As I continue to evaluate my blog, my brand, and who I am -I was given advice my a wonderful blogger.  Jacqueline at A Cooking Pot and Twistedtales, called my blog a pot-pourri. What a wonderful description of who I am and what my blog is about.  When I first began writing on-line, I wanted to reach out to others and write.  It was that simple!  I love to write. If I could connect with other people, share in this love -then my words would have meaning.  Writing, without being read -is like painting without color. Now, I must find the real me.  What am I trying to say -what is my blog voice. To sell my novels –selfish but true To make friends across the world –connecting Share my words –my words are the best of me Healing –so much of me has healed but I want to be whole Learning –there is so much each of you will teach me Through this adventure I have chosen a new theme for my blogsite.  There …

Help!

Help me out -Please! What words would you use to describe my blog name: Fiddle Dee Dee Books. I’m taking a course on creating a strong brand.  So this is one of the many questions. Thanks Dee

Writer’s Block

  How much more would I feel, if I couldn’t see?  How much could I see, if I couldn’t feel? Frequently, the topic of writer’s block is addressed.  I’ve never addressed writer’s block, because it’s something, I haven’t experienced.  When I have nothing to write -I just don’t write.  I am confident the urge will flow -as I am a writer.  I need to spill upon my screen the words that fill my head. However, recently I have struggled to find the time to write.  It isn’t because the time is not there -but other situations seem to be blocking my need.  It got me thinking about writer’s block -and the possible reasons we may experience this death.  I say “death,” as it is a type of death when my mind is blocked from words, when my fingers fail to tap upon my keyboard. With the death of my ex-husband,  my daughter’s concussion -due to the bus accident, the death of a little girl I’ve followed for three years, the demand of publishing a book and the emotional toll …

Love is in da Blog

The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Feb. 6/16   Finger What do I do with my finger?  Is there something to write about?  Thanks, Linda, for giving us such  a wonderful word to fill our Saturday brains.  Let’s not forget http://www.beehalton.com for encouraging us along. My fingers on a calculator, punching out numbers -adding, subtracting, multiplication and division.  I like the way it feels, to hold my hand in position, pop, pop, popping on the keys -and never once giving into the temptation of looking down. 7     8     9 4     5     6 1     2     3 The figures must be gathered to discover the ending. As I sweep across my keyboard, writing this post -I wonder how many letters do I strike per minute.  I am fast -I know I am.  Yet, am I faster than you?  Do I care?  I think I do!  Yes, I want to pump out more words per second and see the results.  Reading and re-reading each sentence, each line -only then, can I relax. A day will come when my fingers do …

Service, what service?…

Originally posted on Diary of an Internet Nobody.(Archive):
I’m afraid you’re going to have to bear with me while I rant. There is a cliché which suggests that, when faced with unsatisfactory customer service; whether it’s rude waiters, incompetent engineers, brainwashed telesales operators or obstructive and intractable bureaucrats, the English consumer tends to capitulate under the weight of generations of ingrained politeness and good manners, irrespective of the odds of their complaint being successful. This may surprise you, (although I somehow doubt it) but I have never been one to conform to that stereotype. I’ve had Samsung smartphones on contract ever since they first came out a few years ago and I’ve always been very happy with them, but last year I bought Rhonda a basic pay as you go model because her American contract phone isn’t compatible for use in the UK. It cost £30. The phone worked fine for about six months, until the first operating system update automatically downloaded one day, then it just ceased to function. It wouldn’t turn on,…