Julie R. Neidlinger: Lone Prairie Art Works

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Cryptic keeper.

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"Your posts are so cryptic," she said.
"Oh..." I replied.
"I wonder if you're talking about me," she said.

No, I'm not.
And of course, yes, I am.
But no.
Except when it's yes.
You're reading it, aren't you?
But no.

I certainly can't name names, yet I really must write right from experience.
She was right, though I don't intend to be obtuse, obscure, obstinate.

Lately?

Sometimes I want to expound on why it's good to quit except when I want to explain why it isn't.
I always thought a jerk was always a jerk, and not so beautifully clothed in nice and often quite nice.
I'm always writing in the now for right now.
Did you know that absence makes the heart grow fonder of...absence?
The beauty of a well-crafted email that doesn't dirty honesty by unfulfillable flattery.
I found joy, at least for a while, in the smallest, subtle things!
I've learned some new things about myself.
I've acquired some new scar tissue inside that I'm afraid is here to stay.
Scars make me strong and weak.
Read in order, this blog is lined up like runway lights, perfect in path to the point where I say "here I am!"
Tonight, I laughed myself sick, and dad laughed a bit, too.
I crave less words and more direct truth.
Less of myself.
I don't trust you at all, anymore. You, either.
I believe less, and haven't the time to mince.
I can't stop writing bad poetry!
An apology releases me from my own badly made prison.
Friends are an excellent thing!
South Dakota! Minnesota! Oklahoma! Pennsylvania! North Dakota! Texas! Washington! Illinois! Germany! Indiana! Ohio! England! New York! Michigan! Who did I forget!
I still have pencils left to give.

"I was afraid you were angry with me," she kind of said.
"I would never be angry with you!" I kind of reassured.

How to write real without libel?
How to write real without confusion?
How to write real without fake?
How to write real directly?
How to write real without intrusion?

Gently?

Until I know.
I'm doomed to be cryptic.
Or merely becoming a blog commenting on other blogs.
And current news.
Which isn't current in one week.

I also need to learn to tighten up my writing.