A Long Long Time Ago…
A guest blog, from my favorite blogger Santiago Fama.
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“Your blog is so intriguing.” she wrote.
Must be a pervert out trolling I thought.
Then she wrote again. And my curiousity was piqued.
And after a week of what may be construed as digital stalking I got to know her.
Her name is Brett.
Teacher. Author extraordinaire. Poet.
Later on I found that she hates when people misspell her name.
I found that gluten gives her a tummy ache.
And that she paints the most amazing scenes with her words.
I read her blog.
It wasn’t a diary.
It wasn’t a litany of hair appointments and pets & pedicures.
It wasn’t about nail polish and buying fancy uncomfortable shoes.
Far from it.
It was pictures.
Pictures painted with words.
Words wielded with skill. With inimitable style.
Snapshots of a Life lived.
Of struggle & success.
I could sense the emotions that lay behind the words. Words that held truth and meaning.
It was simple. It was beautiful.
And more than anything else I noticed the wit. Oh God the wit.
Her words kept her up at night.
As did mine.
The blog was an outpouring of words so as to stay sane.
Kindred souls perhaps.
And now?
Now I’m a fan.
Now I know her better.
Brett. Fellow scribe. Contributer. Friend.
Welcome…
How did I do?
