tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994687068835838934.post7668271991675502051..comments2023-06-12T06:49:10.936-07:00Comments on Basic Black Blog: Why We're the Way We Are...Diana Blackhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06177915857090560626noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994687068835838934.post-32405772691058782012009-02-21T06:15:00.000-08:002009-02-21T06:15:00.000-08:00Ah! Even then you didn't settle for merely seeing ...Ah! Even then you didn't settle for merely seeing the writing on the wall. You created it! <BR/><BR/>Bravo! (Of course, had I been the one to have to clean those walls, might not be so cavalier about it, right?!)<BR/><BR/>DianaDiana Blackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06177915857090560626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994687068835838934.post-36230907773588340102009-02-20T13:31:00.000-08:002009-02-20T13:31:00.000-08:00I had a different letter for each wall. "a" for th...I had a different letter for each wall. "a" for the dining room, "w" for the front bedroom, "d" for the back bedroom... It all made perfect sense - at the time.<BR/><BR/>GeeCarlGayle Carlinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15783449240138097315noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994687068835838934.post-67247974076815066392009-02-20T12:23:00.000-08:002009-02-20T12:23:00.000-08:00GeeCarl (love that!) -- Sounds like you're as much...GeeCarl (love that!) -- <BR/><BR/>Sounds like you're as much a "character" as I probably am, which I KNOW provides you with lots of wonderful fodder for you fiction.<BR/><BR/>On your second point, trust me, the fact my daughter and I are best friends after her teenage years is one of life's great mysteries. <BR/><BR/>Okay, I have to know. What letter of the alphabet adorned your grandmother's walls?<BR/><BR/>DianaDiana Blackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06177915857090560626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994687068835838934.post-14083391901673692772009-02-20T10:40:00.000-08:002009-02-20T10:40:00.000-08:00When I was 3 years old, I took my blue crayon and ...When I was 3 years old, I took my blue crayon and drew one small, well-chosen letter of the alphabet on the wall in each room of my grandmother's house. As my mother was grasping my stick-arm and shaking me, asking me why-why-why, all I could say was, "I don't know."<BR/><BR/>In hindsight, my answer was insufficient.<BR/><BR/>My answer now to anything I did without a clear goal is, "It seemed like a good idea at the time."<BR/><BR/>Now, as to whether it matters if I know why or how I am the way I am, it only matters in two ways:<BR/>1. When I'm writing characters, I need to know why they behave the way they do. Sometimes I use myself as a character study. <BR/>2. When I've reached my limit with my teenager's slovenliness and my head is about to rotate like that kid in The Exorcist, it helps to explain to him why his clutter makes me homicidal. Simply talking about it calms me down.<BR/><BR/>So, other than saving my son's life and creating 3D characters, knowing why I am the way I am doesn't matter at all. LOL!<BR/><BR/>Gayle Carline (aka GeeCarl)<BR/>http://www.gaylecarline.com<BR/>http://gaylecarline.blogspot.comGayle Carlinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15783449240138097315noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994687068835838934.post-63535247839415974562009-02-20T07:04:00.000-08:002009-02-20T07:04:00.000-08:00Uh, "I don't know" what you're talking about! Ther...Uh, "I don't know" what you're talking about! <BR/><BR/>There. I said it...Diana Blackhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06177915857090560626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3994687068835838934.post-45070966990418955822009-02-20T06:14:00.000-08:002009-02-20T06:14:00.000-08:00Saying you "don't know" when you really don't is n...Saying you "don't know" when you really don't is never wrong! <BR/><BR/>huh? <BR/><BR/><BR/>http://www.cynthiasattic.blogspot.comMary Cunninghamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04377529303481858837noreply@blogger.com