I don't know where to start, except that its not what you think! I thought that blogging would be an easy project for me, something I would enjoy and eventually feel passionate about. I resisted blogging for a long time. My best friend blogged about her cooking, my sister blogged about her conservation (saving the dolphins!) and my dad blogged about his business. I didn't like it. I didn't even like the word "blog". Sounded like a strange disorder of the nasal passage to me. I am not sure why I was so resistant. Maybe because I feared I had nothing interesting to say - that people wouldn't want to read my writing. The truth is I have been a closet writer for years. I write poetry, ballads, fiction, nonfiction and stories for kids. But I've kept them hidden away for fear of rejection. Of course there are those occasional poems I write to a loved one on a special occasion, or a song I've composed when I was feeling especially lyrical. But those I have kept in a faded blue binder desperately in need of replacing.
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