I have always wanted to be a writer. I have practiced my skill for 42 years. First I learned how to write my ABC’s, my 123’s, my do you like me picture books, and then I took a break. Once Middle school started. I slowly graduated to more serious stuff. I wrote love poems to my first boyfriend J.M. He was such a good kisser that I felt inspired. I guess the stint at forging my mothers signature doesn’t count huh? It did come in handy when I had to sign my report cards, and my permission slips. My mother was way too busy being a single parent and all. I couldn’t let her take care of all the small stuff.
By the end of middle school I was writing some very interesting short stories. No one hardly noticed that I always made myself the main character. The fact that I would play my character out in real life situations was a complete surprise to my Mother when she and I ran into my 8th grade English teacher Mrs. Short at a Sears department store. My first instinct was to run and hide, but I was too late. Mrs.Short had already started talking to my mom about how I barely made it out of her English class with all of the missed days due to my illness. Less than twelve months later I had moved to Georgia with my Dad. The details are kind of sketchy, but I do remember it being in the middle of the night. There were no witnesses so that part of the story stops here.
Just know this. Writing is my refuge. It saves me from myself, others, and from having to pay a cable bill. Writing is my secret pleasure. Whenever I can't figure something out. I make a note to myself, and I send it back to myself. I call them, "Notes to Self." They keep me company, all while reminding me that whatever may afflict my life, or cause me to stumble. It is written that I will get back up, and start all over again. I pray that you enjoy them as much as I have over the years!
Don't shed a tear without laughter, or laughter without a tear.
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The Highway to my mind is the road less traveled