Today Hubby and I are celebrating thirty-five years of marriage.
Hopes and dreams of writing have been with me at least that long but unlike the marriage, I haven’t really made the commitment. Mostly I’ve talked about writing.
I am prepared. A comfy nook waits for me; shelves crammed full of a hundred books about language and use of words. Well, at least thirty books. Does anyone need advice on how to write the perfect toast, blessing or witch’s chant?
Beside my stack of new notepads and favourite pens, sits a box overflowing with loose papers, tatters really; scribbles and jottings that seemed inspired when written and saved for someday. I have to say, I’m really nervous about using the semi colon here but it’s 8:30 and there’s no time to second guess.
So how lucky am I to be hanging out with writers who have made it real for themselves? Who, in spite of me getting in the way, have dragged me, not quite kicking and screaming, to the brink of the wonderful world of writing.
I may mine the contents of the box eventually and if I’m lucky will find a few nuggets worth saving but there’s really no time like the present to focus on and actually put pen to paper. It’s a scary and exciting prospect.
So here goes, a blog sent and shared. That is if I can find the send button…..
It’s kind of like a first date.
