So, Here We Go

I’ve know for a long time that I am a woman driven by written words. The tangibility of feelings expressed in print speaks to me much deeper than oral verbiage.  When words are visible they paint a reality that is not comparable with any other form of communication.

While sitting on the deck at my sister’s lake house, having a few too many and singing at the top of our lungs, she encouraged me to put pen to paper and write. Our primary form of communication has been through email for the past several years. I write her stories of my life’s happenings of which she shares with her husband and co-workers. She helped me see that I really do tell a pretty damn good story.  I have to fight the urge to jump straight to the point, but rather let it marinate for a time; seasoning the plot with detail and direct content.

I will add this disclaimer: this blog will be honest and reveal my true self as well as my opinions. If you are unwilling to see me as I am and would rather stick with the 2D image, please read no further. I will not attempt to sugar-coat life as in a Facebook post knowing it will be read by all of my small town acquaintances.  This blog is the real me: the struggles, the inspirations that I find, my story. It is more for me and my word infatuation than anything else.  Writing the story releases the pain.  It frees my soul from the burden of lugging the baggage of circumstance.

This is about to get real.