Out of the blue one day in a meeting, a colleague pointed at me and said, "We need this one to do the writing. She writes like a dream." That was the first I knew about it. Then I began to wonder why she'd said that.
In a later meeting, the same friend read something and said, "I can tell you wrote that. It's your style." I pondered that. I had a style? I didn't even know I had a style. But it made me feel like maybe I was a writer. Whatever....
Over the years I continued writing what I needed to. I took a writing class one summer and learned a little something. Once in awhile I wondered if I could write a book, but never tried. I decided I was a non-fiction writer. I figured I would be best as a ghost writer--someone else would create the ideas or live the life and I would write about it for them. And that's as far as I got.
But I did find myself writing comments in a Facebook Group made up of women from my old high school. And I got comments about my writing from them. Actually I got some compliments. And then one day, one of them said, "You should write a blog." A second one agreed. A week later another one asked whether I had my blog going and on the same day a different one told me to stop messing around an write a blog.
So, after some investigation, here I am, a mere beginner. And I have already learned something new about writing. I have learned that it's hard to find a blog title and address that is available. We'll see what happens now.
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