I’ve always enjoyed writing but I’ve never considered myself a “writer” much less an author. The closest to that title I ever believed I would become would be the author of writing my own lesson plans. To be honest, I seldom write my own lesson plans. Teachers can be great thieves! During the summer of “rediscovering myself” I think I had forgotten that writing is something that I used to really enjoy doing. I thrive on affirmation of words. I would love to say I’m a reader, but I’m not. In fact I am part of a book club where my sole purpose is to pour the wine! It’s actually a very fulfilling book club. It’s similar to reading the cliff notes my dad would buy for me in high school when I had to read books like, Huckleberry Finn and Tom Sawyer. But I do enjoy writing. As I was watching the movie, Where the Crawdads Sing, there was a line that really stood out and stuck with me, “I wasn’t aware words could hold so much. I didn’t know a sentence could be so full.” It Stood out to me so much, I even wrote it down! This quote may also be in the book, and had I ever finished reading the book, I would know. Writing for me has always been therapeutic, a way to get my feelings and thoughts out through journaling, a diary, poetry or even short stories. My first thoughts of writing again in my adult years surfaced after my son turned the terrible twos. Which turned into the terrible fours. Now the terrible 14s. I would often share all of the mishaps and frightening, but funny, stories I had experienced with him through these years and was often told I should write a book about it. Yes, it’s that entertaining! Although a book seemed a little lofty of an ambition, a blog seemed doable! I don’t know that I would really consider myself to be a realist, but I do like things that are doable!
I love that you are doing this. You have a gift for words.
Thank you! It’s a little scary- not the writing but publishing is definitely stepping outside of my comfort zone- 😬