The very first time I thought about writing at all, I was in sixth grade.
One of my friends had given me a journal with kittens on the front. I pulled it out, sat on the front steps of our porch at the farm, and I wrote about what I could see.
And what I could see was miles in every single direction. I wrote about the sunshine, the green grass, and how my dog was laying at my feet.
When I was finished, I felt ...
I imagine it felt just like a person does after they finish a run.
And I became addicted.
I "hid" the journal in my top drawer of my dresser and I pulled it out and wrote everything in it all the time. Prayers. Wishes. Things that happened at school. Short stories.
Eventually I ran out of paper and started using notebooks. A little snippet in this notebook. And a little piece there. Scattered all throughout high school. Pieces of me on scraps of paper.
In college, Dad bought me a leather journal and I filled it up. For each Christmas since, he's given me another. They're full - FULL - of dreams and prayers and wishes and lists and everything that I could ever think up. Within those lines lay who I am.
I was asked again recently why I write.
I suppose it's because I still chase after that feeling of euphoria when I'm finished. That release.
But lately, it's been because of connection.
I was at a writer's conference this weekend, and I use the term conference oh-so-loosely because really? It was a giant sleep over weekend with my favorites. Without writing, I never would've met some of the most loving, kind, wonderfully brilliant women that I did.
Women I thank God for every. single. day.
I write because I have to. Of that I'm positive.
And now I recognize even more that I write so that I can know
Because you and me? We're not all that different.
. About Moi .
I love, love, love flannel sheets and I am really passionate about lists on post it notes and most of the time I'm sad that no one else is as excited as I am about Diet Mountain Dew. I also adore run-on sentences. And if you need an awesome virtual assistant, who is full of personality and really good jokes? Email me. I'm your girl.
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He saw her before he saw
anything else in the room.
- F. Scott Fitzgerald
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