In my About Me page, you learned who I expected might be interested in reading my blog.
What I didn’t say, was that the reason I considered blogging in the first place was because I wanted to become a better writer. English was always my most difficult subject. Having placed out of English for college, I only needed one technical writing class and one literature elective, of which I chose Shakespeare, to graduate. Perhaps this was why I chose to major in a science. Despite my incomprehension of dangling participles, and imperfect tenses etc., I still have always had a desire to write. Since childhood, I’ve dreamed of the books I would author, the screenplays for television sit-coms, and the “made for TV’, Hallmark movie presentations for which I would be credited.
Admittedly, I’ve always been a dreamer. I was once sent home from 2nd grade because I had put my head down on my desk after having finished a test. I just wanted to close my eyes so that I could dream privately without being disturbed. The teacher assumed I wasn’t feeling well and so instructed my parents to take me home. I didn’t mind. I got to spend the rest of the day in my pajamas, watching television.
If I had a dollar for all the hours I’ve spent dreaming in the shower, or in the car, I would be a wealthy woman. Perhaps blogging will be my answer to getting those scenarios out of my head and on paper. Surely all that processing is good for something?