Well, I have to admit, that was interesting!
Original to say the least.
Tagged and chewed by a crap blog detective.
LMAO.
Only problem is How did he know I was 90 years old? ahh, thus the detective part eh?
My Goodness.
No one can keep a secret anymore.
Oh its no secret that I fell off the blog wagon.
I have this need to write, but for the last couple of months, I have been so engrossed in a project that started with the Letter.
Letters from the Attic.
So when you are 90 you tend to look back at your youth with a different eye.
You uncover things from your childhood that bring your senses back to life.
It all started with me writing of my childhood to a new world of discovery.
To the place of my youth, and the magic it still holds for me.
With all the necessary elements of a good mystery novel.
First English colony, to pirates, to Indians.
The only thing this little island did not have was cowboys.
Well, except for one that appeared in 1960, but that is all for another time.
At the present time, I am reading up on history so to be as accurate as possible for adding and weaving my story.
Which divides itself into two categories, my childhood, mixed with the historical facts of its time and place.
The historical facts of the place and time.
LOL, lets see you figure that one out detective...
Well to my wonderful and lovely readers, I will try to write something that really makes sense later.
xoxo R
1 comments:
I was surprised to see you had blogged. I seem to have been forgotten.... have sent a different email address in case you couldn't use the other one for some reason.... have emailed you but never got a reply so assumed you had decided you had had enough of this friendship. Shame, but that's life I suppose.
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