Hello blogging friends,
Six years ago I started this blogging journey
in my cozy cottage living room
with my ipad and a prayer.
I didn’t wish any accolades or thumbs up.
There was a persistent need living inside me,
one that had to share my stories. Almost
like a desperate thirst that must be quenched.
It didn’t all start six years ago
My first memory of writing was in
Mrs. Tuttle’s Third grade class,
where I penned short stories
on brittle yellow slips of paper.
The next memory was the play I crafted
in fourth grade with a bear in it.
Understandably I don’t remember the other characters because it was over forty years ago.
My artistic mom helped me with cardboard props
and my friends and I performed the short
play in class. Possibly Vanessa English
and Christine Roy remembers this?
Should I mention my penchant
for creative writing and
that the stories were a way
of coping with feeling less than?
Ms. Sirlin’s Fifth grade class was my
introduction to pictures mounted to cardboard
in a writing center.
The student’s job was to
see a story in the picture,
to create a flow of words to accompany it.
I guess that’s when I realized
that I was born to write
and to love it as well!
I have skipped a year or two
but here I am once again,
putting myself out here.
I believe God makes us all unique,
made special. From an early age writing seemed to flow through my veins.
I would make up stories in show and tell,
not knowing that it was the author in me.
I feel blessed that I have this.
I may not be talented enough to publish
but for now, this is enough for me. Who knows what my future
is in this, for I’m only 52!🤣
I was born to do this.
All My Best,
Heart and Soul