The prologue

Here it is, my first official blogspot blog entry. Should I introduce myself? Should I provide a recap of the events that have led me here?

I have been journaling since I was 12 and every time I start a new journal, I ask myself those same questions…perhaps that’s ridiculous when talking about a blank book whose contents I never actually intend for anyone other than me to read, but it seems like the act of journaling itself assumes that at some point someone will read your words (let’s hope that won’t be for at least 300 years). Being the obsessive that I am, I would hate for that mysterious someone not to have the appropriate context.

So in the spirit of context, here goes: I’m a writer. I’m a mom. I like to think that I’m decent at both of those things. However, my skills as a mom are being actively (forcefully?) honed every single day, while my writing skills sort of sit patiently by, waiting to be called upon. I have quiet ambitions to one day be paid for writing about what I live and what I think. I also secretly hope that my commentary on those things is interesting – maybe even entertaining or helpful – to someone other than myself.

I blog as an outlet. I blog to keep myself writing. And I blog to help me find my voice. I enjoy reading other people’s honest accounts of their own lives and I hope there are people out there who will enjoy reading mine...which I promise won't always be so serious. Thanks for reading.