I've been toying with the idea of having a blog for a long time. Fish gotta swim. Birds gotta fly, and writers gotta write. At least that's the way it should be. Too often my writing aspirations end up on the back burner of life. Overheard snippets of conversation, an issue in the news, the students that I work with, and drama in the lives of those close to me are all worthy topics. A voice in my head gently urges "This would be a good time to write." If I ignore it too long, the voice becomes more insistent and turns into a reproach. Better to just give in from the beginning. It is my hope that blogging will help me do this. Once I stop doing a million other things and begin to bond with my keyboard, there is a feeling akin to relief. "This is exactly what I should be doing" is the thought that goes through my head. I am fortunate that I do not experience writer's block. If anything, I have the opposite problem. Sifting through a multitude of thoughts is the challenge. Sometimes I set out to write about one thing and end up in an entirely different place. Can anybody else out there relate?
In this blog I hope to cover topics that range from writing to the joys and challenges of being a grandparent. On that note, how do you lovely, vibrant older women feel about being addressed as "Young lady?" I find it madly condescending. More about that in the next blog.
