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Just another of the "Missing Authors" type blog. After seeing the blog about Elsbeth a few days ago, it got me feeing wistful and missing a lot of the authors from the past. For instance, I had the chance to be in contact with Genni Smith via email, and even telephone once before the end. Holly I only emailed a couple of times for writing help, The others? Never got the chance to let them know directly how much their writing affected me. Arecee, Marina, Maggie (OMG Such a great and prolific author), Bob Arnold, Stanman even. Trying to think of others, CrazyPaganGurl? Oh, and Pickles :( Jenna? Katie =and so many others I am forgetting.
All these authors that we know about, and then there those that are in a state on unknowing, like Elsbeth. Has anyone heard from Princess Kay? I keep hoping she'll finish Demon Queened, it was a fun irreverent story.
Then there are those sites that vanish in night, Anyone here remember Sapphire's Place? Then there are those that are just in a holding pattern until they run out of fuel, TSA, Crystal's StorySite, Nifty(?), and others I am not mentioning. Maybe I am getting old and nostalgic, but I remember one BBS that was run by Mindy. To those who are keeping those sites alive, thank you /hugs
Night everyone, be well and like Erin says, be kind to one another.
Diana
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Their Talent Still With Us
It's not like high school classmates who scatter and we never hear from them again. The authors of these stories are ones who touched our lives in no way our classmates ever could. We join them and their actors in their stories.
There are so many family, friends, loved ones I can no longer hug and tell them "I love you". Say it thousands of times and it's never enough when they have moved on. When we read a story how hard is it to leave a comment so that author knows we were there. When the author is no longer with us, our comment may inspire other readers but that's not the same.
Last week I stopped by the office to the cemetery and asked the manager if I could put a gravestone on my grave. He looked at me kind of funny. I said, obviously I'm not there yet but is it possible to put the tombstone at my future residence? We got to laughing as he said, obviously. And yes there was no rule against it.
You understand don't you? I'm leaving a comment to this life, to myself.
Hugs Diana
Barb
Life is a gift, meant to be lived not worn until it's worn out.
Oklahoma born and raised cowgirl
"how hard is it to leave a comment "
When you have been derided, burned, cursed out, etc., it gets harder each time. Look to Lajien's current storyblog for what it can do; I wish I had commented more before, but... Self doubt sucks, yeah, maybe it is a power thing on the part of those doing it and I am giving them too much power, but I grew up being polite and giving people the benefit of the doubt; maybe I was wrong? Did I come across that way? We get to the point we give up rather than offend. It is a safety feature, not a bug at this point. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Anyway, be well!
Hugs
Diana
ps I also give Oklahomans the benefit of the doubt that they love their highways like washboards. Last time I went to Texas, the roads were so bad my mirrors fell off my 4 year old car. At least Texas knew what happens, as the welcome center sold duct tape (they had cases stacked up in there!). :D
Oh, hon, you know it!
There are so many that are gone, and we'll never know what happened. Darla Raspberry, Bob Arnold, etc. we know about. Far more are just an unfinished story and a fading memory. Then there are those who's stories are complete, but are lost to history's winds. It's like one of those scenes in Clint Eastwood's spaghetti westerns, where the antihero rides off, his image becoming more indistinct until it just fades away. (See the end of Pale Rider.)I suppose I could give examples, but it would just make me sad.
Did they go away mad? Or sad? Did they think that 20 or more years later we'd still be looking at their stories and thinking about them? Did they realize the impact they left behind?
Okay, I'm crying now thinking about them. I didn't cry for my father, and still don't, but I cry for them. I'm selfish, I don't want anybody else to die, quit, or disappear in the next year. I promise everybody will know when the final curtain rings down on me, but I don't want anybody else going before me. I don't know that I could handle it.
"Life is not measured by the breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.”
George Carlin
I guess the worst part would have to be
The lack of closure on my part for far too many of them. I only was able to say goodbye to the one, knowing it was their time. And so many unfinished stories, both of those that they had written and of their lives that they shared. Kind of like you, I have plans in place for those sites that I frequent to be notified, and to release my personal info to them for public release. I should probably leave some breadcrumbs in my bio here, and figure out some way to leave a (not-so-recent) photo... Be well!
Hugs
Diana