In The Beginning....

...I thought I had something to say. But then I sat watching the cursor blink at me. Finally, fear and the self-editing monster stuck their ugly necks out and said in chorus, "Na na na na na na." "Oh, how eloquent!" I retorted. Then I squashed them both with the memory that I was inspired by my dear friend Kiki, who recently created her own blog and courageously published her first posting. I thought, "I can do this." I have wanted to do this for some time. You may ask why. Or you may not, in which case, I'll still tell you: because writing is both cathartic and inspiring for me. One of my favorite authors, Maryanne Radmacher, wrote, "Writing is the process one follows to learn what is already known deep within." These days it is the act of plunking keys on a keyboard which allows this knowing out. So my premise is to write what I know and do not know about life and myself. (I included what I do not know because this would be a very short blog otherwise.)

I have taken writing courses before. The main tenet in each of these classes is that in order to become a better writer, one must simply write. To become a master, one must practice. So that is what I intend to do. I make no guarantees you will find anything I write to be exciting or worth merit. However, my sincere hope is that my words may lead just one reader to a place of inspiration.

I invite your comments and ask you to be discerning, but gentle as this is going to be quite an intimate journey for me.