Why I am blogging

A writer from birth, I naturally will respond to the question, "are you a writer?" with "yes". Seems obvious enough to me. However, I have discovered in my adult life that this conversation typically continues with "What do you write?" Which I can't technically answer.

I write poetry, prayers, essays, and dream up fiction. Fiction however requires dedication beyond my minutes and patience beyond what I believe I currently carry. I can write this list now - with confidence - however, in those times of discussion, rarely can I spit it out. The reason? Because sometimes I am a poet. Others I am a novelist. Others I am a researcher... leaving only my interest of the human condition as the common denominator.

To this same point, more often than I am asked these questions, I am encourage by people who read what I write "to write". This makes me smile not only because of my piles of notebooks that derrange my husband's mind that prove - well, duh - of course I write. But it also makes me smile because even though I don't totally know my own voice, others hear it loud and clear.

So I am going to try - oh my dear Lord am I going to try - to commit to writing. This will be a nuisance to some people in my life as I beg "please read this". But it will also serve to inspire because that is all I pray my writing will do. God has granted me more than a gift, He has given me the understanding that I need not worry what may come of this - pleased by aesthetics, I need not dwell on the current display of my blog. What I have realized is that I need to just write - and write - and write. And so welcome to my blog.