Death? Uh, no thanks.
I do yoga and walk when the knees okay it, try to eat healthy, keep up on politics and environmental news and try not to make a fool of myself in public or in front of my children. But, like that bit of immovable green, stuck until a higher water dislodges it from it's safe little perch, I seem to be watching life flow right on by. What is my worth now that I am old and wise? Do I have any "new" to contribute to the world?
Am I ready to "just be?" Apparently not!
Thanks to a parks and recreation writing teacher who generously invited me into her writing group, I found out that I don't entirely suck at it. (thanks, Anthony Bourdain) I found that I enjoyed writing and had, it turns out, been writing all my life as well as the fourteen years I spent interpreting 911 caller's tales into coherent stories for dispatch. I finished a Young Adult novel, poems, short stories, and started several other novels with the help of the National Novel Writing Month (NANOWRIMO). It was a whole avalanche of "who knew!"So now I want to publish something. This blog will document that struggle, as well as (I am sure) provide a place for me to whine when it doesn't go well.
Sorry about that in advance.
Part Deux will be a most likely hilarious running account of wrinkly, gray, things aren't where they used to be, and scared shitless me trying to find somebody on an online dating site which will remain unnamed.
I know, huh?
If my first month on the web site, where some men take their profile pic in the bathroom mirror while wearing a wife beater and closing one eye, is any indication, this should provide fodder for a whole year of elderly "just not right".
Stay tuned...and thanks for showing up.