Goodbye house?

Yesterday, my Mum told me she plans to sell our family home. I don't know why, but I cried when I heard the news. For some reason I felt sad, even let down. I guess I was comforted in knowing that a part of my life remained intact, while everything else in my life seems so fickle. A normal reaction, I suppose, to think that a piece of (my) history will be gone forever.

This moment counts

I recently read about Marina Keegan, graduated from Yale just five days when she was killed in a car accident. Such a young life filled with promise and hope cut short is tragic. It is a reminder that every day is a precious gift, that we are all here for just a little while.

Today is the day...

I have no idea what I am doing. What I do know is that if I do nothing, ten years will have gone by and I will be exactly where I am now, only ten years older! So, here goes.

The simple truth is that I took a writing class a few years ago and I wrote my first children's book. I also wrote a poem, and began a YA story based upon an adventure I had as a child.

Then, nothing. However my children's story has been simmering and percolating in my subconscious, and I can no longer quiet the persistent knocking of this little book. It needs to come out. Now. It needs to be seen.

I expect that this blog will be cathartic for me, and that through my writing I will be able to quiet the voices of my critics, my saboteurs and my judges. I also hope that the exercise of blogging will help me flex my writing muscles and give me the confidence I need to keep submitting my story, and that it will eventually be picked up and become a "real book." Perhaps I will self-publish.

For now, I will simply write.