Dear Taloooolah, You're right.

It is a kind of book.

Tales of Blogland

It's a kind of book that could only be written in the world of Blogland.  Not a biography, auto or otherwise, it is the story of a person's life.  Like "dream time" it exists in the imagination of the author and the reader.  Part fiction. Part fact. One sentence, the cumulative experiences of many.  Somewhere within? The truth resides. Not just the "factual" truth but also the "real" truth that resides in a heart.

Only in Blogland, Talooooolah, where it is assumed that you are who you say you are but no one is surprised if you aren't.

The place where your fictional words are sometimes more true that your factual life.

I've enjoyed chatting with you.

You and Newt.

Where do I start?

Because you need to periodically  say it. How about ---

                                          Thank you.

                                         Author Ann

PS. I'm still writing and editing. Not too much editing though. It's supposed to read like a diary. Like life, it is always a rough draft. The final form never really comes about until you die.

I'm not sure I even want to change the spelling.

Hugs to you.