It is ridiculous to be a woman of my age and trying to embark on a new self-taught side gig. I wish I could say that I am bravely fulfilling my needs as an individual or reaching for my full potential. Instead, I am slightly ashamed that I’m this old and still don’t have a handle on writing properly. Writing has been therapy for me but I want the courage to tackle writing for an audience of more than one — a skill that I have envied in others for many years.
I have usually written privately, often quite late at night, and in many forms: poetry, essays, and fiction. I have notebooks piled in a storage closet full of these late night musings and angst. I continually struggle with writing a novel, written at night or on weekends when I can forget all of my real world responsibilities. I also have public, and mostly academic, pieces that I wrote over the years to meet graduate school or professional requirements. I am at my most prolific during periods of intense stress or depression, needing the release of words on the page. Yet, I am at my best when I come to the writing freely because the story, idea, or words must come out. This is the small foundation on which I will attempt to build a reputation as a good, thoughtful writer.
So, what am I doing on this blog? I want this site to contain not only my thoughts and growing pains as a writer, but my inspirations, samples of my past work, and a place where my potential will grow into real aptitude.
To anyone visiting, I extend a warm welcome. A journey to a new place is more fun with friends along to share the experience. And now, off we go…
(Note: Anton Chekov wrote: ” Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.” This quote is the source of the name for my blog and a beautiful philosophy of writing in one brief sentence).