“I’m a writer!” It sounds so glamorous, doesn’t it? Let me tell you, the people I’ve read about who truly are writers love what they do, but it’s no walk in the park! Blood, toil, sweat, and tears, yes. Dancing through the daisies, no.
As many people have wisely said, there are two things you must do if you want to be a writer. You have to read a lot, and you have to write. Write. Write. Write some more.
The writing part, I’m learning, is not quite to easy. This blog is one of my efforts to eliminate my excuses, to motivate myself to write every day, to constantly improve my style. My biggest fear? Rejection, of course!
On to more practical things.
I’m 70. I’ve been married for 48 years. I have four children, nine grandchildren. Since I graduated from college, I’ve been a full-time mom, a substitute teacher, a full-time teacher, and a part-time teacher. That pretty much covers the teaching aspect. When I was 50, I went back to school and earned a master’s degree that allows me to do private practice counseling. I work in a Christian counseling office three days each week. Retirement is starting to have some appeal, but not yet.
So. The wisdom is that you should write about what you know. I know about growing up in a parsonage; about moving a lot when I was growing up; about learning to make do without very much money; about putting myself through college, marrying a really, really good guy, and then the mom/teacher/counselor stuff.
Frankly? Right now, I have no idea where this blog is going to take me. Should be an interesting journey.