After years of being inspired by every one I know being brilliant and wonderful writers, I decided to start writing some of myself down in a more coherent form than my journal. About a month went by of me sitting and staring at my cranky computer screen and stabbing at my keyboard. Occasional swearing was involved. It eventually got easier and one day, I realized I had something to say. Then, the something to say got so loud in my brain that I HAD to write or else it wouldn’t shut up.
I never thought about having a blog or showing very many people what I write. I didn’t find what my brain had to say to be all that interesting or thrilling outside the corners of my head.
I recently sent some of my writings to my sweet friend Laura who began to threaten to do things to me if I didn’t start a blog. The threats along with the encouragement of my parents after I sent them a “mama” essay finally convinced me to think seriously about showing other people what I write. The clincher came by way of another blogger, Jamie the Very Worst Missionary. She wrote about an experience she had that touched me and lifted me up. I don’t know her, I will never meet her, but she has made me, a girl who lives thousands of miles away, laugh and enjoy life more because of her writings.
I have no agenda with my blog other than to be to someone what Jamie was to me.
And I don’t want Laura to have to kill me.
So, here goes!