W is for Wordy
My name in real life begins with a W. It isn't "Wordy," but perhaps it should be! I've had a love affair with words since I was old enough to sit on my mama's lap as she read to us. I suspect this is true of most folks in blogland... we simply love words... the way they look, the way they sound, the way they fit together to let us transcribe our thoughts and feelings onto paper, or as is the case now days, the screen.
Although I've never made a conscious effort to learn or use big words - words uncommon to everyday conversation - I've apparently picked up some along the way, probably from a lifetime of reading good books. I'm often accosted by friends and family for using big words, or am asked to define them. The truth is, I just like words... they are fun! In fact I like them so much that I use them profusely, as anyone who is familiar with my writing can attest! :-)
In public, I am more shy unless I know you, and I totally clam up in large social situations, but set me down one-on-one with someone - anyone - and I can run on a mile a minute, and if they're lucky they might get a few words in when I come up for air! I don't mean to be a conversation hog, really I don't, I just love to communicate on real topics (not trivia or fluff, please), and I love getting to know how other folks think and feel about things even more. I tend to ask probing questions, lots of them. I can annoy folks at times, although I'm not so much snoopy as I am curious about what "makes them tick". Believe it or not, I can be a good listener too!
Before the days of computers, I wrote longhand letters that consisted of pages and pages. I wrote a diary once too, but that fell into the wrong hands (my mother's) and made my life miserable. A journal kept as a young adult also had repercussions in my life that made me regret writing it. It was a long time before I trusted my thoughts and feelings to the written word again. But the advent of online friendships, and the opportunity to meet people from all over the world who see things much as I do, led once again to the pouring myself out in emails. One friend and I carried on a daily email correspondence for over a year that involved long, long emails and afforded us a good deal of mutual support and encouragement.
Then I discovered the blog. I read a newspaper column that interested me, and at the bottom it listed a blog address for the author. I checked it out, and fell instantly in love with the concept. This was something I had to try... and thus I became a blogger. My life has never been the same!
I have to chuckle when I read various guidelines for good, readable blogging and it says that brevity is important, most visitors won't take the time to read thru a lengthy post. I agree that's probably true, but it's just not me, brevity is not my thing, I'm not good at it because it's not the way my mind works. I don't have a plan or an outline when I write a blog post. I start with a topic or a theme I want to write about, and then I just write what flows from my brain into my fingers. I don't do a great deal of editing, other than to check spelling and try to cut a few unnecessary words here and there. What you read is pretty much off the cuff. Sometimes it's sharp and to the point, sometimes it meanders down the road, and at times my train of thought derails completely! :-)
For most of my life I've taken a lot of flack for my wordiness. I've been derided by family members for my "sermons" and "epistles" and for "going on and on". I know that at times they are right, but I wish they could just accept the spirit of what is written, the message tucked in there somewhere amidst all the words. I'm really not trying to preach at them, or intimidate them, or outshout them with my words, I am just trying to communicate, to explain. That may be the real message behind all my words... I am trying to communicate, to explain myself, in a world where I have most often felt misunderstood.
Well, if you've made it to the bottom of this post, you are to be commended. I know it's wordy, I know it rambles on. It is what it is, and I am what I am, and I thank you for taking time to stop by to visit and read. Your comments are appreciated and treasured, I read them all, and respond when and if I have time, which isn't nearly as often as I'd like. But I do try to get around and read your blogs often. I love the inspiration, the smiles, the tears, and most of all, I love the magic of the words shared!
PS - W is also for Word Verification - those sneaky little non-word codes we have to type in on some blogs before our comments will be saved. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!!! I like to "hit and run" comment... read, respond, and move on. Too often in my haste, I write a nice comment only to see it vanish before my eyes because I have clicked over to another page before noticing that darn word verification box, or I get frustrated after a couple failed attempts at deciphering the letters and say to heck with it and move on. I wonder if everyone but me really has a big problem with spam on their blog or if it is just chosen as a random option when the blog is set up. Have mercy on this old woman, please! :-)