63. An Audience–Preferably Live, but Whatever…

1 Feb

Photo by Paul G.
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Seeing as storytelling is part of most Southerners’ DNA, we’re always on the lookout for folks who will listen. Preferably folks who haven’t heard our stories before. Seven or eight times. Or more. But who’s counting? Oh, right: our listeners.

Just when you get going about the time you almost got shot by your mother (accidentally, of course) or how you ran over somebody’s mailbox (again, by accident) you spot it: that glazed look. The one that says, “I’ll listen to this again, but then I’m going to tell YOU about that time I found a snake in the closet.”

Perhaps that’s how Southerners got the reputation for being so hospitable. “Hey! So glad to meet you! Come sit by me, and let me tell you about the time…”

So…imagine my joy when I discovered that WordPress featured my blog on “Freshly Pressed.” Hits! Hits! Hooray!

I’m thrilled to welcome my new readers and subscribers. Thank you for sharing your insights, stories, ideas, and last but CERtainly not least, compliments.

And I’d like to give a virtual hug to all my friends, relations, and even a few strangers who’ve been with me from the get go.

As a Southern girl, I ought to be more coy and genteel, but I’m just going to come right out with it: If you like my blog, please let folks know. You needn’t take out a billboard or hire a sky writer, but a tweet or Facebook post would be nice. (And, again, thanks to all y’all who’ve already shared my site with friends!)

Thank you for reading!

10 Responses to “63. An Audience–Preferably Live, but Whatever…”

  1. bluerosegirl08 February 1, 2011 at 9:52 am #

    I like your blog very much. It makes me laugh and on occasion teaches me something I didn’t know and I still live down here. Hugs.

    • girloutofdixie February 2, 2011 at 1:47 pm #

      Thanks! I’m learning all sorts of new stuff from my readers, too!

  2. reneemason February 1, 2011 at 10:10 am #

    You go girl. You hit the nail on the head every time. I know; I spent 21 years growing up in Texas, some of them on a farm. Every time I read one of your posts, it’s like being back for a family reunion

    • girloutofdixie February 2, 2011 at 1:48 pm #

      Wish I could deliver the fried chicken and red velvet cake, but I guess you’ll have to actually go to the family reunion for that!

  3. 2blu2btru February 1, 2011 at 1:28 pm #

    This is so true (and I am so guilty!). My mother is from Arkansas and my dad is from Florida, so I get it from both ends, I guess. Telling stories to new people is a major reason I’m a writer. Great post! 😀

    • girloutofdixie February 2, 2011 at 1:54 pm #

      Both my parents are from Mississippi, like their parents before them, so my storytelling roots are deeeeeeeep. 😉

  4. Jennie February 1, 2011 at 5:48 pm #

    This makes me think of my grandmother, who used to say that I’d climb a tree to tell a good story when I could stay on the ground and tell it as well. Would you mind if I pointed my mom and sister to the blog? They’d love it!

    • girloutofdixie February 2, 2011 at 1:56 pm #

      I would love it if you’d point your mom and sister to my blog. Feel free to share it willy nilly!!

  5. portlandsfunnygirl February 3, 2011 at 8:58 pm #

    Congrats on being freshly pressed, that’s how I found out about you too, and I’m hooked!!! ^_^ I read every entry out aloud to my boyfriend, a southern transplant too from Charleston, and I giggle at his attempts to say words like Jewl-lie and woe-tint. He loves teaching me about things from his past and your blog always hits everything on the nose. 🙂 Your an amazing writer and I hope you keep writing! ^_^

    • girloutofdixie February 4, 2011 at 2:09 pm #

      Glad you found me! Thanks so much for reading and sharing with your boyfriend!

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