Recently, I have been more active on Twitter. I've had an account for over a year, but couldn't figure out how to work it. I still don't. All those hashmarks # and @s confuse the heck out of me. So I Tweet as a beginner and learn as I go.
I admire the witty, pithy writing of some of those I follow and want to just as witty and pithy as they are. I can do this. I can write. I can blog. Anne of Green Gables was told to write about what she knows. I can be Anne of Green Gables. I can be Kelly Anne of Archer Lodge, can't I? So what if no one reads these blasted things. I shall blog to sharpen my mind and increase my vocabulary.
My brain, which was once able to connect it's synapses at the speed of sound, has sadly slowed, struggling to connect and even find the words I want to say when I want to speak. Stress? Old age? Kids? Lack of sleep? Too many carbs? Probably a combination of all of them. Perhaps by taking the time to think before actually writing something down with enable me to be better able to string together clear thoughts and produce them in coherent sentences before I speak. It may help my find that word for that utensil we use with the prongs on it. Fork, you say? Thank you.
