Wow! Talk about leaving for a long while! Apparently writing a blog did hurt me a bit, because it took me seven months to come back. I was gone for seven months! Did you people think that I had dropped off the face of the earth, were you waiting on baited breath wondering when my reappearance would happen?
I'm trying to remember the 5 W's and the H of the reporting world. I retained this from grade school. And who I am kidding...kid shows help a lot too (ah, Busytown Mysteries).
WHO: who left? Me.
WHERE: no where in particular, I was around, facebooking, creeping Twitter accounts, learning about instagram, people could find me if they wanted to.
WHAT: What??? I walked away, I like TV, I like TV a lot. I watched TV a lot. TV sometimes consumes me at night. I physically can not pry that remote out of my hand to pick up the computer mouse and click on my blog and write something profound. Oh, and I forgot, I got sucked into Pinterest too. Oh, and I forgot, I don't write things that are profound... I made myself laugh at that one.
WHEN: around seven months ago, that when I left. I started the blog, looked at the font, I thought it hurt my eyes a bit, and then thought I should get the daughter to rejig things for me because she is more tech savvy than me, and then she annoyed me over and over again, so I didn't bother and kept the bright font that sorta of hurt my eyes.
WHY: because writing sort of freaked me out, I don't think I'm any good at writing or storytelling. I wrote on facebook, little funny things that my kids did, and people thought it was amusing and suggested I start a blog. REALLY! And some people are real grammar freaks, and I'm not a grammar person, I just write what pops out and so be it.
HOW: I just got up on my two legs and walked away, that's how. Took my typing fingers and clutched that TV remote with all my might and didn't let go and used my eyes to view the screen that sits in my living room...that's how.
Tales from the 4th Line will start up again...in a bit, I'm wading in, taking my time, slowly getting some ideas processed in my head...trying to figure where Tales from the 4th Line will take me. I'm thinking around the bend and up to crazy street!!
From the 4th line,
Arlene
Tuesday, 17 September 2013
Thursday, 21 February 2013
It Didn't Hurt.
Here I am once again. Day 2 of blogging. As I spent some time playing around trying to get a feel for what I think would make an appealing looking blog. It got me thinking back to the time when one's diary would just be a spiral bound notebook, or if you were fancier, a book with a lock to keep one's secrets hidden.
Growing up, I had a book that I would write in, sort of journal of my daily going ons. It was mostly started because of I couldn't remember what I had done on the weekend, because of drinking heavily with friends. That book was a green plastic folder that I had received in Grade 9, apparently it was to be a handy tool for us students to keep our writing ideas in. I would like to think that I used it to the best of my ability, I still have it. It still keeps my some of my thoughts in it, but mostly it holds a pictures of my highschool chums, with our permed 80's hair and loud sweaters. And if a stranger was to get their hands on my green folder, the stranger should be warned, there is a note attached letting stranger know that the green folder shan't be tampered with. I feel I don't need a lock on the green folder, the angry note should scare off any potential peekers. That being said, if stranger did decide to peek inside, stranger would be surprise that I still have a picture of "Wild Child" the male stripper (which is a whole other story) embedded amongst the lined paper that makes it home in the green folder.
I have gone off the beaten path time to get back and check in. I have looked at other blogs, and some are really nice, fun looking, tons of photos, crazy lettering, quite littered with ideas about cooking and crafting, doing fun things with children, and DYI projects. It was quite overwhelming, to the point of it almost sent me packing, I haven't got that kind of time. When does one watch TV? So I have made a decision for the moment. My blog will be bland. It will focus on my writing, my story telling abilities. I will keep it void of pictures, ( because to be quite honest, I haven't got the faintest clue how to do that, and I do watch TV so I don't have the time to be taking pictures every minute of the day) My blog will be neat and tidy, for now, until I learn how to make a mess out of it. And by "mess", I will try to leave a virtual sock lying about, and my virtual pants, on the virtual floor. Do blogs have virtual cleaning ladies?
So here's to Day 2 of blogging. It didn't hurt a bit. Pretend you have a glass in your hand and I have a glass in my hand and together we make the "clinking" sound.
From the 4th line,
Arlene
Growing up, I had a book that I would write in, sort of journal of my daily going ons. It was mostly started because of I couldn't remember what I had done on the weekend, because of drinking heavily with friends. That book was a green plastic folder that I had received in Grade 9, apparently it was to be a handy tool for us students to keep our writing ideas in. I would like to think that I used it to the best of my ability, I still have it. It still keeps my some of my thoughts in it, but mostly it holds a pictures of my highschool chums, with our permed 80's hair and loud sweaters. And if a stranger was to get their hands on my green folder, the stranger should be warned, there is a note attached letting stranger know that the green folder shan't be tampered with. I feel I don't need a lock on the green folder, the angry note should scare off any potential peekers. That being said, if stranger did decide to peek inside, stranger would be surprise that I still have a picture of "Wild Child" the male stripper (which is a whole other story) embedded amongst the lined paper that makes it home in the green folder.
I have gone off the beaten path time to get back and check in. I have looked at other blogs, and some are really nice, fun looking, tons of photos, crazy lettering, quite littered with ideas about cooking and crafting, doing fun things with children, and DYI projects. It was quite overwhelming, to the point of it almost sent me packing, I haven't got that kind of time. When does one watch TV? So I have made a decision for the moment. My blog will be bland. It will focus on my writing, my story telling abilities. I will keep it void of pictures, ( because to be quite honest, I haven't got the faintest clue how to do that, and I do watch TV so I don't have the time to be taking pictures every minute of the day) My blog will be neat and tidy, for now, until I learn how to make a mess out of it. And by "mess", I will try to leave a virtual sock lying about, and my virtual pants, on the virtual floor. Do blogs have virtual cleaning ladies?
So here's to Day 2 of blogging. It didn't hurt a bit. Pretend you have a glass in your hand and I have a glass in my hand and together we make the "clinking" sound.
From the 4th line,
Arlene
Wednesday, 20 February 2013
It's a whole new world
Oh wow!! Now I'm committed to this whole blog writing thing. Please, bear with. I'm new to this whole blogging world and I'm a bit computer challenged. I have really no idea what this blog will be about, but I feel it will be a bit of ramblings here and there, musings and the inner workings of my head. So, I'm going to fiddle around with it, adjust it here and there and figure where it needs to go, basically how to make it tick. And where do I have to tick off to ...to go and get my daughter, she's at work and I'll probably need her to give a hand on figuring this blogging thing out.
Looking forward to my whole new world!
Looking forward to my whole new world!
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