So I created this blog after attending a memoir writing workshop....and promptly did nothing with it!
I am 42. I am in the process of the emptying of my nest (children ages 25, 21, 20 & 19). I am happily married for over 22 years. I am busy trying to figure out what I am, now that I am grown up.
I have friends my age who have preschool age children and other friends my age who have grandchildren (and at least one friend who has both)!
Two of my four children have traveled overseas (one of them twice), while I have never left the U.S. and can count all of the states I have visited without using up my fingers.
I used to be a writer, if by writer you mean someone who writes, not someone who gets paid to write. Writing was something I was told I was good at and I was passionate about. Mostly, like many avid readers, I was passionate about it. I wanted to be the next Laura Ingalls Wilder, Anne Frank (without the dying young) or Erma Bombeck. I wanted to be Mr. Bradford (Eight is Enough) and write a column for a newspaper.
I kept a diary from the age of 10 until 20 when it became more of a journal, slowly trickling off to writing less and less often until about 10 years ago when, I pretty much stopped writing altogether. I was too busy, used computers too much and sometimes I don't wonder if the anti-depressants that allow me to function weren't also muse killers, because it's about the same time I really "stabilized" on my meds.
Well, that's probably a good enough introduction for now...lets see if I manage to write again before the next month.
Friday, February 26, 2010
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