Time to Begin

As I stare at the computer and consider the daunting task of writing my first post, I find myself feeling the desperate need to be incredibly profound. Surely this first post must be capable of inspiring those family and friends who love me enough to actually read what I’ve written!

I’m reminded of a long ago goal to one day be a writer. As an avid reader even at a young age, I could think of no higher calling than that of author. At the time I loved Nancy Drew and thought the author of those books had to be the most creative writer ever! Little did my young self know that Carolyn Keene didn’t actually exist. (gasp) Buried somewhere in my stash of “loved” keepsakes is the beginning of my very own mystery book, written by that very young girl who wanted so much to be just such a famous author. Even my husband and children have never seen those 2-3 chapters written so long ago. Whether I’ve kept them buried because I knew they would cause chuckles, or whether that long ago goal was too close to my heart, is probably the real mystery.

So here I am. Up at an unearthly time of night with a bout of insomnia and deciding that being profound is highly overrated!