There are many steps one takes in the long journey to the esteemed writing pinnacle that is a published book. I suppose somewhere on this journey there needs to be a journaling, a “keeping track” of some of the other random thoughts that pass through one’s mind.
This is what I keep telling myself anyway.
I’ve never been a journal keeper. Rather I have a million scrap pages of loose-leaf or cardboard or really whatever I could get my hands on when a flash of inspiration hit. I won’t write for weeks, months, a year at a time. Then furiously write for days on end to get it all out of me and onto paper, or laptop.
I’ve been convinced to start this blog by the urgings of friends and family, and even a stranger or two, who have read or heard me read some of the magically profound or interesting things I have written.
I do not write well when confined to structure. I write as though I am merely telling you my thoughts.
Run on sentences, the occasional spelling error and grammatical misfortunes happen to the best of us. Just wait.
Does theme distract from content? Does the color of your pen make your writing worse or better? Does font really affect how you judge my work? I don’t care. If you love it when you read it, you will love it for what you feel.
Cue roadside stop blog number one. “Hi there. Can we connect for a moment please?”
I highly recommend you grab a coffee, maybe a box of Kleenex, and keep all appendages inside the vehicle at all times. Buckle your seatbelts and just enjoy the Journey.