It's been a while since I've posted my first blog. Unfortunately, time has that funny way of getting away from you. All my good intentions to post something weekly have gone by the wayside.
Maybe it's been a good thing. I've been thinking about the title, "A Work in Progress," and wondering what exactly I should be writing about. Should I write about my life? Should I write about writing a book?
All my life, writing has been a creative exercise for me. It always felt good for me to put the current happenings of my life on paper. It has also been my ambition to write for a living. At first, I thought it would be children's books, since my full time job is teaching. I always saw myself doing both. But two and a half years ago, on September 27, 2008, I decided to write down the ideas that were going through my head for a month.
Surprisingly, everything in my life started to make sense.
Even more surprisingly, I found that I lived for the hours that I could tell the story that was inside me. So I wrote. And it's not always been easy. Still isn't. It is my firm belief that a writer is an artist. They craft pictures with words. A writer is also someone who is easily misunderstood. The characters you write are part of you. They live inside your head and you have a connection to them that only you understand.
So, I hope that you will want to share this journey with me. I know that I've set some ground rules (see previous blog entry), but I'm willing to bend a little. Oh, and I promise that I'll write at least once a week, if not more.
Till next time....
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