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Books of the iPad
- Charles Dickens
Books of the iPad
When I was a child I wanted to be a writer. Actually I knew I was going to be a writer. I remember the exact instant this information came to me, what the day was like, the actual smell of summer, my foot as it moved from the curb to the road. Strange isn’t it how there are some moments of such clarity that they are almost photographic, that for a millisecond you actually stand outside yourself and watch? It was not a decision as much as a done deal and I remember wondering exactly what I would write. Why murder mystery of course, published and all best sellers.
I have spent the fives decades between then and now making half baked attempts at writing and full baked excuses why I could not do it. And I must admit it has taken considerable effort to resist the urge to take pen in hand. Almost as much effort as it would be to actually give in and write something. No, that statement is wrong. I have tried writing and it is hard work, an investment, a commitment, and a lot of pressure on the brain cells.
Oh, I’d make a good start, and then the next day my mind would just flit after some other butterfly of a thought. And as of a few months ago, this year, 2011, I ran out of excuses, and had face the real reason I don’t write – fear, of so many things.
The purpose of explaining the above is not to lament my failure, but to recognize what it takes to write and write well. My experience makes me very appreciative of those who are published. When I read I can see the author putting down each word. I imagine the blank page and the first letters appearing whether by pen or keyboard. I appreciate. I savor.
Now we come to the Books of the iPad.
I love the convenience, the thousands of choices, the categories, and the authors, all there for my choosing.
What I find amazing and at the same time sad are the free books. It’s good for me but feels a little like a slap in the face to some great writers.
From the free list..just a few..
Tolstoy, Roosevelt, Lincoln, Einstein, Alcott, Austen, Bronte, Dickens, Conan Doyle, Emerson, Fitzgerald,….and on and on and on.
I picture the making of each word, phrase, sentence, and paragraph. The work, the creativity, the ALL of the whole thing.
So, I feel I just want to acknowledge them, somehow, to say thank you.
You, my heroes of the past may be free, but you are in no way devalued!
Thank you iBooks!
HELP! One of Those Critical Moments When Common Sense Hits and Words Must be Said…One of Those Critical Moments when My Light Hearted Muse Steps Aside and I am at The Mercy of My Poetic Muse
HELP! One of Those Critical Moments When Common Sense Hits and Words Must be Said…One of Those Critical Moments when My Light Hearted Muse Steps Aside and I am at The Mercy of My Poetic Muse
Be what you know
You should be.
See your vision
Of what that is.
Show what you know
You should be.
Show your vision of what that is.
Live what you know
You should be.
Live your vision
Of what that is.
Not from what you have been told
But what YOU know from your heart and soul.
Now that is living!
Mama’s Losin It Challenge
Of the challenges today I chose posting an old journal. Mama’s losing it did a neat piece on what she does to drive her significant other CRAZY.
I figured it was probably significant that I am without “other” so decided to attack some thing credible.
This was not a post but a poem from my journal on October 2nd, 2010.
This is my day
My gift, unexpected
But very welcome.
What shall I do with
My day?
Surely not waste it?
Today I move slowly
Enjoy and savor
Comfort and cuddle.
Closets call begging to be cleaned
Drawers and vacuums wait
But this is my day.
My gift
A Donna day
Calm and puttering
My day, my gift
No work allowed
Day to meditate.
My day, my gift
A thankful day
For each of you.
Sons and daughters,
Bros and sisters
Precious Grand boys
My day, my gift
Compliments
Of God and you – my treasured friends.
Christine King..Oct 2, 2010
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