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My parents tell me that I could read at a young age.  I don’t remember learning how to read.  It is as if I just knew it.  I joke that I was born with a book in my hand.  I don’t read as much as I used to. Mostly due to time, a different job, and not riding the bus. My eyesight isn’t as good as it used to be so that is also a deterrent. But if you ask me my age, I’ll tell you twenty-nine.

The Child Author

So back to writing, I loved to read and being an author was the greatest job in the world! I was in my tweens when I wrote my first stories.  One was a “mystery” and I use that term loosely because since I was a kid, I doubt there was much mystery involved in it.  I wrote other things for school, poems, and whatnot.  I also wrote a story about a guy I liked.  My friend told him about it though.  So I think I threw it away.  I think my brother found some of my writing and I threw it away.

Start and Stop

My thoughts became clear on paper.  That was my goal to write.  So what happened between then and now? In college, I changed my major a hundred times and decided that even though I wanted to be a journalist, it wasn’t something that I felt like I could support myself doing.  They had me taking radio classes and that had nothing to do with writing.

I kept a journal for a while, then stopped.  I’d write down my prayers, then stopped.  I wrote letters to God, then stopped.  Do you see a pattern?

I still had the desire and wanted to write. Other people were writing, publishing their own books and blogs. I believed I could too, so I got the blog, then I stopped.  I didn’t realize that I would have to build it.

The Blog

Little by little I got it built and little by little I write.  It is hard for me to come up with things to write about.  Yes, you can give me a topic and I can write about it, but it will feel forced.  I need to be in the mood and have the flow to write.  It doesn’t always come easy.  Now I am writing, can I call myself a writer? Not really.  I don’t have a book and I’m not a household name or on the bestseller list.

My thoughts seem scrambled to me sometimes and my posts are goofy.  I know I don’t always hit a home run.  But I’m doing it, so I can’t fault myself for trying.  I have to keep moving forward.  I believe that I have been given a gift.  It took me a while to use it, but I have a lifetime of lessons to put to good use.

I will keep writing and I hope you’ll keep reading and maybe my blog will grow.

Thank you to all of you who comment on the blog, Facebook, and e-mail.  I appreciate all of you for supporting me on my journey!