Back at it

I’ve never thought of myself as a writer. Growing up, as a young person in school, my writings were never the ones to be read in class. As life continued and I grew older there were people, and I won’t name any names, who would tell me that I couldn’t write. So, needless to say, when I started my blog I was very apprehensive; afraid that people would laugh at me, afraid that the ideas would not be clear.

As it turned out I’ve found writing to have quite the opposite effect. I’d written several blogs with no response, however, I was not discouraged, I was writing because it was fun and, even more important, fulfilling. I’d go thru the day thinking about what one thing was so interesting that others might be interested in. So many ideas flowed with usually no time to write and finish the entire idea. But write I did.

After a few blogs people started writing to me and expressing enjoyment over reading the blogs. Wow, what a thrill, a true sense of achievement.

So having returned to Bakersfield writing was put aside for awhile but after being hounded by Dale and others I’ve been forced back. This Starbucks isn’t Café duMonde but it is better than nothing. So I’ll write, and write my heart out!