Hello, world! It's been about, oh, forever, since I last blogged and for that I'm ... ashamed? Embarrassed? Sad? Mad? All of the above? Yep, all of the above.
Ever since I was little, 8 for sure, but probably younger, I wanted to be a writer. I remember writing poems on my porch in the summer when I was in first or second grade. Then books about leprechauns when I was in third or fourth grade. I wrote for the school newspaper and the yearbook in junior high and high school. And I went to college to be a journalist. I wrote hundreds of bylined newspaper articles before selling out and entering the world of marketing and communications, where, luckily, I still get to write.
That should be enough, right? I write for my job. I get paid to write. How cool is that? Not very if I'm being honest. Don't get me wrong, I would write shampoo bottle copy if that was my only option, but I think my 8-year-old self had different ideas in mind when she dreamed of writing one day. That's why whenever I identify myself as a writer, I feel like a liar. And when someone asks me if I'm still writing, I hem and haw. Technically, yes, I write (and more than grocery lists!), but I'm not the kind of writer I want to be. I'm going to change that.
I remember the day in 2004 when I first learned about blogs. My world shifted on its axis. Colors became brighter. Sounds became louder. I wanted to learn everything I could about these new fandangled blog things. But it wasn't until almost a year later that I thought, hey, maybe I could write one of those!
A few name changes and 9 years later and here I am. Again? Still? Owner of this happy little blog. 2016 will be the year that I resume my title as writer of this happy little blog.
I'm going to be extremely selfish in this endeavor. I'm going to write when I want and what I want. If I feel like being snarky, which could be most days, I will be. The whole point is that I'll be writing the stuff I dreamed about 30-ish years ago. I might even get crazy and write a new leprechaun story.