i started writing this blog with no end in mind.
i’ve always written. ever since i was little and the blank, yellow page seemed safer than any other place. i’ve got thirty journals for people to burn after i die.
then came the internet.
i lived in a small town in ohio when i wrote my first blog post.
i had two tiny children and i’d moved away from my friends, from my family. i started sending out my little thoughts on the line for them, for anyone.
and it worked.
people i loved who lived far away knew how my children grew. they knew what i was thinking about. they knew what i’d been up to yesterday.
years went by and i met real bloggers. bloggers who had followings and wrote books. i had already thrown my hat in the ring it seemed, so i kept writing and writing and writing.
i’ve written enough for a good sized book. which i might try to get an agent to help me share with the world one day. but i’ve also written myself into a corner.
i never counted on my voice on this blog sounding like one particular thing.
but it does.
if i had to categorize this blog it would be a Christian, Married Lady Blog.
blogging to me now is little more and a little less than picking up a script and reading the lines i started writing for myself back there somewhere.
these days i feel like an actor on a stage when i sit down to write.
i’d like to do something else now.
i think it’ll look a little less flat. it will have three dimensions. a bit more depth with a few surprises.
a real place that i made with my hands.
i’d like to write more than considerate neighbor.
so i think i will.
maybe you will miss me.
that’s okay. give me a call or drop me a line.
or maybe you won’t.
that’s fine, too. there are many Christian, Married Lady Bloggers, so i trust you will be well provided for.
thank you for reading. thank you. thank you. thank you.
i’m sure we’ll meet again.