social media

There are certain rules that I have set for myself while online.  I will express my political views but won't hate on the ones who don't agree with me.  We just don't talk about it.  Period.  Oh, maybe the occasional jab.  I've learned to just say "Uh huh." And I move on.  

Speaking of media, our local newspaper the Dyersburg State Gazette has cut to once a week publication.  A lot can happen in a week and the staff there has gone above and beyond to keep that ship afloat.  They are all talented and will be fine.  Meanwhile you newspaper acquision will tank because it's not Dyersburg stuff.  I have seen this happening over the years when my mother was a reporter and section editor.  She changed from bridal shower descriptions to recipes pretty quick!  That was her legacy to a lot of people who still have the cookbooks they published.   Even though she and daddy were in heaven when she was born, Reaves knows them through Lauren and I.   Same with her grandaddyPnoler.  They all died withing a few years of each other.  I ran over my daddy's foot when I was picking them up from Aunt Nancy's visitation.  I will never live that down.

Most writers are searching to tell their own stories in some sort of way, I believe.  It's that way for me, I know.  As far as reporting cold hard news?  Not my thing.  Think of me as the Steve Hartman of Pecan Lane.  

When I first got internet and was computing on an old desktop from DSCC  the people at AENEAS told me not to put all caps.  It's like screaming, they said.  I have always remembered that and use caps sparingly.  I give myself a B on punctuation.  Hey, I can't see the keyboard.  I see myself needing to learn the technology for voice.  I could still tell stories and not have to worry about the details.  A podcast, if you will.

Watch out y'all.  I'm dreaming again ^j^