A useful thing about blogging is how it reflects the author back to themself.
Not just in the writing--style, word choices, mistakes--but in character: how often entries are made, choice of topics, sophistry or not, meaningfulness on a personal level, or not, and how they relate to the outside world. It says a lot about a person and, like most forms of writing, can serve as a mirror unto oneself.
That's the reflection for today and a meager attempt to distance myself from what I simply can't imagine: Who would bother to read all this? As far as I know, no one reads this (or owns up to reading it). I've learned in recent years that this sort of self-assessment is quite common among artist and not to be paid attention to. Funny thing is, I often sense that there are people watching and just waiting for one more thing to pick on me about. This, supposedly, is another hallmark of artistry and is the reason so many writers go into seclusion when they write, to evade those feelings. Does this make anyone question the process of creation?
Okay, enough on that stuff. Now the sharing of the goods...
Just found out about an outdoor musical drama in the southwest Virginia mountains: Trail of the Lonesopme Pine. This romantic true story about June Tolliver and Jack Hale--a kind of Hello Dolly meets Romeo and Juliet wrapped up in one--was penned by author John Fox (with whom I am not familiar, at all!). Fantastics move over! This one has been running for 46 years! Somewhere off of I-81, just north or south of state boarder town Bristol, one can drive on a four-land highway all the way to Big Stone Gap, VA. So, as soon as I get the specifics, I'll pass these along.
