The Importance of a Good Book

I’ve got to ask: Which book(s) changed your life? The power of the word is remarkable. I can think of several titles that continue to stick with me for a variety of reasons. This post isn’t about the titles. It’s about the magic.

Where do you want to go? Open the book and find out. It’s NEVER where you first imagined. It’s the going in with expectations and the¬†coming out with no cares in the world that make reading the fount of the soul.

Which way will I go next? I have no clue, and I can’t wait!


How To Be Me

I am presently wondering how me has changed as much as I did. I can dwell on the absurdity of the many mes I’ve been and debate which one is the more authentic one, but that would be oxymoronic, the “real me,” now wouldn’t it? Instead I’d like to baste in this revelation that I am an individual.

This is coming from a resurgence of autonomy. For a long, long time I have been depended upon. I know I will continue to be depended upon but in a much less immediate or demanding sense. This allows, no, forces me to be me. Again.

How do I be me?

What matters most to me?

When asked by others what they’re good at/what direction they should next take (God only knows why anyone would think I’m wise enough to have a decent answer), I suggest people record how much time they spend doing whatever they do during a week. Sleeping, eating, cooking, talking, listening, reading, dancing… If I turn the tables on me, then it’s got to be thiting. Yes, back to that word. I think-write and increasingly more often write more than I do anything else. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. For those of you who know me in person I’m throwing my plethora of talking in with thiting – sometimes you’ve got to think outloud.)

Me is the person writing everywhere. Me has napkins, sticky notes, half-sheets of cardboard, etc. with scribbles on them. Me doesn’t know what to do with them. Me keeps collecting and pondering.

Is that being me? Or is that me prepping to be me?

Back to that silly “real me” issue. I know every aspect is me. I guess I just want to know if this is the best me I can be. Am I squeezing every bit of creativity out of me or am I missing something? I’m a little anxious. I want to know all of me. True it’s fun to discover new mes, too, but I like to have all the information before I begin. You know what I mean?

So, how do I be me? One l-e-t-t-e-r a-t a t-i-m-e.


I am creating another word. I am rather upset about this as my husband and I have a long-standing disagreement about the invention of new words. He is a terrible malapropist. He makes up/misuses words and then tries to convince me that that’s how ALL words came to be. I begin a dialogue on the etymology of said words and he continues to “listen” while also singing the wrong lyrics to the song on the radio. I have a personal favorite line he sang to Dead or Alive’s “Brand New Lover,” but it’s not appropriate for this forum.

That’s beside the point. I have a new word: thiting. It is when one writes in their head. Think-writing, so to speak. I am using it to describe what I’ve been doing in response to the lovely comments I’ve been receiving from the many supportive, very much appreciated followers of this new blogger. I have replied to every one of the comments in my head. Mostly this is happening because the easiest way to respond, to click Reply when the comment shows up in my quotation box dropdown, it allows me to write all I want and when I press Post Comment, nothing happens. I lose what I write. I have to click back to the original blog, scroll down to the comments and write there. Oh the effort!

Thiting works easier. I think about what I would write, even smile at the idea that my new blogger friend is enjoying the response, maybe responds back, and I think-write back, and so on.

Essentially, thiting is closely related to the other word I invented (which I found out I didn’t because it means something else in another part of the world), blagging. Blagging in my context is the nagging feeling when one wants to blog but can’t. Thiting is a response to the blagging. In areas of gradation, one would first blag, then thite, and hopefully eventually blog/write.

As the lazy/insecure person I can be at times, though, I’m thoroughly convinced I will come up with several more words (excuses) for not putting things in print.

Know this: I do respond to everything, just not in reality.

I have an eerie feeling I’m going to get lots of comments on this one.

You guys are FABULOUS!!!