Well, I finally did it.
Nope, not lose my mind--that
happened years ago:). No, I decided to chase a dream, a crazy, silly
dream that started when I was really young. It's one of those dreams you
hold close to your heart and don't ever tell anyone because they might
tell you it's a stupid dream and break your heart.
all started in a little secret hideout under my bed where I used to
escape reality by climbing into the cupboard with Lucy to meet Mr.
Tumnus, or by stepping into Middle Earth to ride on the shoulders of
Treebeard through Fangorn Forest. I would nuzzle under my bed with a
book, a flashlight, and a bag of cookies. No one would bother me for
hours. It was bliss.
When I was twelve I started
writing my first book . . . It never made it past the first chapter:).
Since that time I allowed doubt and fear to keep me from sharing my love
of writing with the outside world. Only in the last few years, through a
series of events that I cannot completely explain, have I begun to
crack open my shell of insecurity, poke my toe out, and attempt writing
for more than just personal therapy.
Because of the
advice from some pretty amazing people, I'm attempting a blog. I don't
promise to be any good at it, but I'm going to give it a try. I guess
I've finally decided that, crazy or not, it's time to let the world
decide if my writing is really a gift or a curse.
I'm so grateful to those of you who have been examples to me throughout my life and have walked this journey with me and continually encourage and support me.
This blog is for all of you.
If I can inspire or entertain even one of you, then it will be worth all the rejection the world can dish out.
I hope you can look past my grammar issues and enjoy.