I used to think I was a writer. I used to want to be a writer. Granted, I thought I would write children's stories. Which don't have many words. And then I thought I would be a journalist. Who also are limited by word count.
I find myself thinking in blog posts. Like, "What would I say if I were that one blogger whom I really admire?" and then I go on to write, er think, some really wonderful, eloquent, yet to-the-point, blog post about my faith or creative process or life or something really important.
This usually happens in the shower. Or driving. Neither of which are conducive to writing or typing. So then I sit down to the computer and promptly forget every single word.
The pressure, I tell ya!! ;-)
Anyways. I just wanted to post something tonight. So here's something.
Maybe this kid will take up where his mother left off in the journalism department. Gotta get him reading right-side-up first though, eh?
