For the Love of it

When I was young, I mean, really young, like teenager young, I loved to write. I wrote poems and song lyrics, short stories, long stories, lists and English papers and I loved doing it all. As we all know, however, life sometimes throws us curves that we aren't prepared for. Things happen to us or around us, or both, and we lose sight of that thing that we loved in favor of survival. 

For me, when I felt like I was drowning, fighting just to keep my head above water for so many years, I lost sight of my love for words and stories. It wasn't until I started taking care of myself, mentally, emotionally, physically, that I found that love again. I started doing many things that brought me joy at one time or another in my life. Picking up a pen (or a keyboard) was one of those things. 

So, here I am. Putting to paper the stories that run around in my head.

It's scary, being vulnerable, putting your work out there for others to love or hate. I didn't expect the process of publishing my own work to be so nerve-wracking! I've been learning a lot in this process and I thought, 'I can't be the only one who feels this way', so part of this process for me is this - writing about writing. Putting out there what I'm learning, what I'm feeling, what the process is like for me and what tools I'm using. Maybe through my questions and (hopefully) answers, others will find something useful for their own processes. Or maybe this will just be a very entertaining experiment. Either way, I'm off and running and I hope to make some people smile along the way.