Perfection is perfection, but it takes a lot of effort and countless hours. Many people perish before reaching perfection. So let's take a lesson from he who created all--the Good Lord Himself. He created imperfection. Yes, in the midst of that wonderful dozen red roses there will be a thorn, a bruise, possibly a bug noshing his way through breakfast. We are known not for our perfections, but by our flaws.
In the spirit of merely achieving an adequacy, I'm writing in our blog. I decided that somewhere last week I'd take an wrong branch in the path through the forest of choices which each screen gave me on our blog site.
Then let us meld the notions together since my rear is in my chair and I am indeed writing on our writer's blog. Perfection in our writing shouldn't be our goal for if it is the story will never be finished. Perfection changes with the day and the mood. Some days I look at portions of stories I've written and wonder what happened to the person who wrote that. Did she sober up? Then I see another portion and I want to worship at her feet and weep at the very picture created in my head by such...purple...er...prose.
So in the wisdom of the late hour I say unto thee, seek ye not perfection, but deliver thee a whole tale, roundly written, and full of life.
PS. I had to give up and go look at the instructions, read each one, and then go look again, so that I could complete this practice run.....
PPSS. I looked over and read the last several blogs and decided to try a picture, so I added one that my sister had taken in her back yard. HooHoo! Yay me! I accomplished...today anyway.