So, this is something I’ve wanted to do for quite awhile–blogging, that is. I have always felt as if I have something to say but no one to whom I could say it! Does that sound sad? At the very least, though, I thought that if I could begin airing my views on life, love, family, work, politics, religion (oh, yeah!), and culture, perhaps someone out there who needs a writer, an editor, or A Fresh Set of Eyes will contact me and let me help them create and craft their own messages.
About me: I am married to the hottest man on the planet (more about him later), I am mom to three amazing children and two demanding Labrador retrievers, I own a twenty year-old house that is a work in progress, I am blessed with a job that I love writing for a software company, and I’m now embarking on a quest to market myself as a professional writer.
Experience? I served the state of Indiana for twenty-five years as a teacher, first in the Indianapolis Public Schools and later in a suburban Indianapolis school district. This means that I have no problem yelling at your children in public if they misbehave, so get over it. More importantly (and less likely to get me arrested), though, from teaching I’ve gained an appreciation for doing things the right way and for adhering to standards to which few writers today pay any attention. Like that last sentence—see? I didn’t end it in a preposition, did I?
Making mistakes? I’ve made a mountain of them! For instance, early in my career, when I thought I was going to change the world one little sixth grader at a time, I wrote and then stupidly sent a scathing letter to–oh, I don’t remember to whom (maybe I’m blocking it out)–that was so poorly written I am sure that the recipient tossed it after laughing at my certifiable incompetence. I learned from that blunder that, like the adage, “Revenge is a dish best served cold”, one should never send or publish anything written in the throes of anger (or after drinking a considerable number of cocktails).
So there you have it. My first submission. The first of many (she said, optimistically). And I desperately hope that I won’t look back on this inaugural entry and wince with embarrassment at my shortcomings. Bring on the words!