I still struggle with this blog's identity. When I started writing about four years ago, I categorized myself as a book blogger. I absolutely loved to read and I thought that writing book reviews (and other such literary posts) would be a way to focus my consistent writing efforts. But then life happened... and while I still love to read, I have learned that I also have other interests that seem to demand a voice. I am grateful to those of you who have chosen to continue to read my feeble words throughout these personal struggles, and I hope to find a rhythm to these posts in the very near future.
But at this point and time I feel as though I have read enough. If I am going to write memories then I need to ... well... write. Just sit down and put pen to paper (or as the case may be .. utilize the journal writing website Penzu or perhaps the Scrivener writing software). Do I think I have lived a life that others would find worth reading? Absolutely not. My life is about as boring as a slice of white bread... but I harbor the idea that perhaps someday my children - or perhaps my grandchildren - might like to connect to the stories of their past and at this point, I am the only one who can provide that. Am I the best writer for this particular task? Absolutely not. But I am here and I am now and I am willing.
I hope to start this endeavor sooner rather than later (that is... tomorrow...) But I know at the very least I will begin the process this summer. I have already enrolled in the July offering of a Spiritual Journaling class at the Iowa Summer Writing Festival ... and while I am very much intimidated to share my writing with others, I am also very excited to begin this next step in my writing endeavors. In fact, I am so excited by the prospect of this new adventure that I may even enroll in the Travel Writing course offered in June. I have harbored this dream of writing a travel memoir where the photograph that is "worth a thousand words" is accompanied by an essay of 1,500 words to create a complete short story narrative. How cool would that be: to marry my love of photography, travel and writing into one cohesive project?!
Yes, the future is bright and I am excited. Life is indeed good.