Losing Some of My FeathersPosted Friday, October 7, 2011, at 12:35 AM
Here I am back on a horse after 23 years.
Walking The Fence Line will continue to be a mix of thoughts and different writing styles. It was my sole purpose for starting a blog in the first place.
The past few weeks have been a little difficult because of the unexpected comments of well-intentioned readers. I found it harder to dust myself off and move on to the next thing. In fact, I lost some of my joy in writing and more importantly, I had lost that sense of purpose that motivates the flow of ideas and words.
I could probably pinpoint where the zest went out of my writing and that would be when my friend Susan died. My sense of direction is a little skewed with my grief and shock.
So, if you will all bear with me, I will endeavor to get back on course and bring the enjoyment and wonder back into my stories.
I am well aware that my sentence structure lacks a little polish and I have a tendency for "tiresome" generalizations or sounding a little preachy. But I am determined that whatever I am supposed to say will get said regardless of good or bad writing quality.
Losing my feathers has been a humbling experience for me. I want to feel the genuine pleasure of writing again and I can't imagine dropping this just because of a few well-placed criticisms.
So here is my bold statement to those who think that writing two or three blogs a week is easy. Write your own blogs and explore your own creativity. I will be the first one to drop by and offer my congratulations.
The good thing about losing a few feathers is that they grow back again. Even though I feel a little bruised and ruffled today, tomorrow will be better.
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Fixing fence is the one of the hardest jobs on a ranch. I no longer live on a ranch, but I do know what hard work is. Fences are everyone's concern, but nowadays,the "hole" is always your neighbor's side not your own. It used to be that you would respect your neighbor and mend the fence together. If their cows got in your field, a simple phone call resolved the problem. You might even saddle up your own horse and help them gather them up. We need more people who are willing to roll their sleeves up and fix the fence regardless of who your neighbor is. There are people in this country who need to be reminded that a fence is like the way you should conduct your life. Your posts should be straight and neat. The wire needs to be stretched tight and your gate might be closed, but can still be easily opened. And most of all, we can all saddle up together and ride the range, it won't matter if you have an Appaloosa, Quarter Horse or Thoroughbred. The cows still have to be gathered, fences have to be fixed, and the range is a wide open space of opportunity for us all.