Thursday, November 15, 2012

Who Knew I Was a Writer

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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