Lately, WordPress has been linking each current post I write to three posts I wrote in the past. I looked at a few of the older posts and then offered a prayer that my writing had improved. Blog writing like every other kind of writing should improve with practice…right?
Because I was mostly a B student when it came to English classes, I never believed I would become a writer. It wasn’t that I didn’t like literature, I loved it. But my creative writing skills were almost non-existent.
Various professors, especially History professors said that writing was a critical part of their coursework, so I made a supreme effort to improve my writing skills. I took writing course after writing course on subject after subject. Today, I have a shelf full of books on writing. Actually I have a book case full of books on writing, including five copies of various editions of Strunk and White, several copies of the Chicago Manual of Style, and others.
Although I mostly worked with statistics, every job I had after I finished my B.A. involved writing. And every boss I had made different demands on my writing skills. I finally learned that writing is a subjective sport and the referees disagree.
Yesterday, to bribe David into driving me all the way to the Beltway, I promised him we would stop at the Heidelberg Deli/Bakery/Grocery and buy him a bratwurst. As it was Sunday, they were closed, so I suggested we could stop there when we run errands on Thursday. Later in the day, I tried to remember where we had been, and after a few moments realized we had driven to the garden center where I found a couple of African Violets.
Feeling chuffed by my recent success with them, I looked at the Orchids in the hot house, but they were far too pricey for me. Thus, I bought two African Violets and a bag of violet potting soil for $16. I can afford that. I’ve grown African violets for over fifty years and never lost one until the mice attacked them a few years back. I mean who knew mice would chew on the leaves? One of the violets, a white one survived with TLC, but the others croaked. I wanted real violet colored African Violets or Saintpaulia, to give them a proper name. Native to Tanzania and Kenya, they are threatened rain forest plants. However, there are millions of them residing in homes near and far.