Simple Stuff....

Somebody told me something recently that was a real eye-opener for me. I have been writing my blog for two years now and sort of thought of myself as a writer. But, I'm not. Writers create stories and characters and plot twists and denouements and conclusions and prologues and epilogues and all that good stuff.

I am a reporter. Plain and simple: a reporter of stuff. Simple stuff. I try to write about my life and the people in it. I find joy in the little things that happen every day. I write what I see and feel. I write from my heart. And I usually have something in mind that I want to share. Sort of like a parable, but not as sophisticated.

A message. I guess that's what I want to impart in my writing. Something of value that I have gleaned from living my life. Something that I can share with my readers. Perhaps, after reading what I write, they will share more valuable things with me, too.

I hadn't written before I joined Eons two years ago. Well, that's not completely true. I wrote papers for my college classes. I wrote letters to family and friends. But formally writing something? And posting it for others to read? No way.

So, here I am, two years' into a writing career. Writing down things that may not mean much to others, but mean everything to me. My children read my blogs and are getting to know their mother better than they did. They see me as a person, and not just as the woman who told them to clean their rooms, brush their teeth, and be home by midnight.

Quite an awakening, I think. Mom has a brain. And original thoughts. Who knew?

I rarely plan my writing. It just happens. Something that I have been thinking about, or have experienced, wells to the surface and has to be released. I sit at my keyboard and the words flow. Rarely do I do any rewriting. I do spell check, but I don't usually misspell many words....

And, as odd as it may sound, when I read what I have written, I learn more about myself, too. I see what it is that I am about, and I am getting more comfortable with me, as a person. I certainly know me better after two years' of writing than I did before.

And so do you.