Bring On The Trouble!

Or: A Writerly Aside

By the way, as I mentioned in my first post, I am quite open to your questions, gentle readers! If I say something confusing (the possibility of which, because of my level of coffee intake, is not beyond all imagining), feel free to demand request clarification. If you’re curious about me, pose your questions. (I’ll answer pretty much anything — and if there’s something I don’t want to answer, I just won’t. 😉 )

And for the love of all that’s good and writerly in this world, if I don’t talk about my writing enough, ask me about it! After all, that’s kinda sorta what this blog is for.

Photo credit the fabulous Julie V. Personal Style Photography.

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2 thoughts on “Bring On The Trouble!

  1. Robert Goodrick says:

    Ok. This is kind of about writing, but probably more about your life. How did you just off the proverbial diving board into the sea of the creative life?

    • A fine question, sir! : ) And one I intend to answer in more detail in a future post. But the short answer is that I can’t remember a time in my life when I wasn’t doing something creative.

      On my About page, I talk about how my adult self had forgotten my childhood writing adventures. But one thing I never forgot was that as a kid, I was always drawing something. Or crafting things out of construction paper. Or recreating scenes from My Fair Lady with cardboard, toothpicks, and cotton (for the flowers, you see).

      Even in my worst years of not writing as an adult, I was still oil painting pretty much constantly. I called that my therapy; but what I didn’t realize was that part of what I was therapizing was the lack of writing. The creativity wanted to come out, and since I wasn’t letting it out through writing, it made its way out in painting. Sometimes, in very dark painting.

      So I guess I never really “jumped into” the sea of the creative life. I’ve splashed around in the shallows, I’ve waded out up to my waist, I’ve stood up and threatened to walk out, and a few times I’ve gotten deep enough to start swimming. Getting to where I am now — no longer able to touch the bottom with my toes and LOVING it — has been a very gradual process.

      But I’ll talk more about all this as the blog progresses. So stay tuned! 🙂 And thanks for asking!

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