a bookish life

 
I have relied on writing during difficult times, when the journey needed a way for me to clarify what was happening. In my younger life I was a dedicated journaler. In college I tried short story and poetry. I was even good enough to be accepted into an advanced creative writing class and published in the college literary magazine. I still have great fondness for that experience and my former teacher, Robert McDowell (You should read his book - Poetry as A Spiritual Experience.) Now life has evolved into planners, to-do lists, work procedures and the occasional uplifting Facebook post.

But in my heart - in my soul - I am a writer. And that is owed to my love of reading.

My mother insists I need to write a book. I am smart enough to know I don't have the required focus, or the talent.  No story in me is begging to come out. 

But I have things to say. Rather than boring everyone I come in contact with to tears as I drone on and on about books, I am going to write. 

So, what can I do? I guess try a blog.

Years ago I had a blog, but it wasn't focused. If you wanted to know the 8th grade girls' volleyball scores or what I made for dinner, it was fantastic reading.This one will be a little different. It will be about my favorite thing - my bookish life.You can choose whether you want to listen to me. Or not. And if no one reads it but me, I will still be writing.

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