The Beginning

I'm letting the writer inside of me express herself again.

As a child and teenager, I wrote poems and short stories- romance, mysteries, silly rhymes, all kinds of things. In college I majored in English and took several creative writing classes. Then, when I became a high school English teacher and taught creative writing, I made myself do all the assignments I asked my students to do- it seemed only fair.When my fiance broke up with me six weeks before the wedding, I taught myself to play the guitar and started writing songs to help myself work through the pain.

But in the last few years I haven't written very much, even though person after person has told me I should write- including my husband. I stopped seeing myself as a writer.

There is so much in my head- I am introverted, melancholy, and a voracious reader- and I know I need to get it out of there and onto the screen. Maybe then I will sleep better, process my emotions better, and make room in my brain for divine downloads.

These posts will be my musings- pondering, ruminations, thoughts on love, life, God, whatever.

I am excited about this beginning.