Took a while, but I have finally broken free and deleted my Facebook account.
I am already discovering free time, which by habit I return to the keyboard to fill. I may miss out on a few pictures of other people’s grand adventures, and feel envious, but I am also no longer able to share pictures and draw attention to my own good fortune and happiness. There will no longer be surprise comments by friends I see in person, who have seen my posts without leaving a comment and mention knowing where I have been and what I have been doing, and how glad they are I am happy. Most importantly, I will not waste time, lost in short clips of other folks throwing pots or repetitive shots of people selling weight loss methods. Nor will I need to clench my teeth when a picture of the PINO (President in Name Only) appears. I have found my way to other political inputs featuring Heather Cox Richardson, Rebecca Solnit, Barbara Brown Taylor, and Diana Bass and other WOKE liberals on Sub Stack.
When I am sewing or planning quilts and cutting fabric, I listen to good books on Audible. When I stop for a break, I do not fall into the world of Social Media. When my body is busy, my mind is in neutral with room for some of my best thinking. Sermons have come clear while in the shower. Outlines of lists have been generated while walking. Future topics for essays or chapters of possible books begin to be outlined when I am working in the kitchen. Hoping that now, with my discovery of a Facebook free mind, I will write more often.
As the weather turns warmer, the daylight lasts longer, and I keep my resolution to write in this newfound time… I plan to publish commentary about love and life more often… I will commit the outlines in my head. These outlines will lead me to organize the anthology of creative nonfiction essays. The essays observe the values and virtues of farm life in a more innocent time. I will also expand on the love letters between my parents in the summer of 1934 before they eloped. Stay tuned.
For those who discover this page, one of my answers to folks about my retirement plans ten years ago, was to do some writing. It took me five years to complete my Memoir. I had the support of writing instructors, a writing circle, and the eye and ear of a retired English professor. I also hired an editor and a cover designer. Fact-checking was done by Army colleagues of my first husband. I am proud of my Memoir, “Stories Never Told: A Country Girl, A City Boy, and Death in Vietnam.” ISBN 979-8-99036550-0-6 (Available at a reduced price until April 15 through the included QR code, or sold on order from your independent bookstore. I have reasons for not being excited about putting more money into Jeff Bezos’ pocket any more than increasing revenue for Mark Zuckerberg.But, if you must, Amazon is another route to purchasing my story.)
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