Hey anyone else here having a blast on Hubpages? Writers pledge of Allegiance!
I am having trouble with the growing roses thing. I got too many and we love each other. My wife throws out good ones because she has more.
So there is this place I go and get all negative. It really is a cool place but I would hate to be locked in.
(first written over a year ago and time for an update -- the boy is fully potty trained but has issues with his aim. Many mentioned here are gone or hibernating and great new friends abound:-)
I am not a happy man by nature or nurture. But I am extremely happy by, habit. I have taught myself and therefor my children, wife and congregation to smile first and see what happens.
It is a great way to live and be more than you can be. I am very upset with my son's potty training. And cleaning is no fun, but a happy face makes a happy place and we carry on. So I am talking dirty down ugly stuff here, but there are smiles all around. And so we laugh and hug and tug with glee and happiness.
It is a life choice.
Now on to writing. It is lonely if you let be. And if you let it it is happy. I follow and encourage some bad writers and some illiterates, but we are happy. And we are learning in the process.
I have been blessed with what we would call "foreign exhchange students that are family". In fact they really are somehow related I suppose. I have proofread thousands of horrible papers. Barf and gag me with a spoon. But now they are graduates. And for me each time they do I do. What joy.
Hubpages -- I just imagine the joy that Billy, and Rolly and Wayne and Lastheart and Epigram and Eidwin must feel when they get to see their guidance develop me. And MsDora and Lurana encourage. And today so many more like my buddies Christopher and Quireinus and SoM and celofoe, challenging me to be more clear, more certain and more correct. And since another year has passed here I can definitely add ologsinquito, two "ladies", John, Harishiprasad and Theresa and many more.
Today we garden - Hooray!
That there is the first Rose I ever did grow. Now she is a fancy pantsy in Washington DC. She only loves me cuz I am dad and love here first.
Writers online and especially creative writers do not have guild. All we got is our work and each other.
Pay me not a penny! I have been overpaid in kindness and caring, in support and suggestion in learning and in knowledge.
We are a rose garden unto our selves. We await anxiously what our friends say, we write such as the story of Abbey or about Wolves done so well today. We learn about the beauty of simplicity from our Star and health from our ologsiquinto ( or something like that). A gal like Crisp comes along and lifts you and Larry and Wilderness and Sid make you face facts.
Could it be I am just happy hanging out with my friends, and we well get to the Mortgage next week?
If I stand for peace, Justice and Love, let me stand here.
A place of acceptance. A place of defiance and a place of reliance. Let me stand here. Let me lift with one hand and grab support with another. Let Cam and Curiad straighten my path and let others curve it.
Pledge of Allegiance:
I am a writer. I shall not deter from my course. I will write for better and for worse. I am human and I have thoughts and they are worthy to be read and heard.
So I pledge allegiance to promote and guarantee that right for other writers. But more, so much more than that I pledge to support them spiritually and as a friend.
I will give up much to stand up to stand free and make sure my word is heard, not so that my thoughts are known but so there is a path readily available for all of those writers before, now and after. For the propagation and protection and even proliferation of the species known as writers I vow to stand up and be counted no matter the cost.
Some have died for freedom of speech. We need not die but we do need to exercise it and demand it on a daily basis.