Wednesday, 29 January 2014

Ever since I learned how to write, I have been writing.
I am not a professional, nor do I pretend to be. I am not an English major or a published author. I wrote the news for years (almost 10 if you count my years at my college newspaper).
But the benefit of writing for me is not for money; it's for pleasure. Writing makes me feel good.
Since I was 10 years old I kept a diary. I wrote down my thoughts, my daily activities and everything in between. It was my stress relief - how I figured shit out. I can trace every low point in my life to a time when I stopped writing for pleasure. Pen to a paper, fingers to a keyboard, I have to write. My sanity depends on it.
So, here I go. I intend on writing about my life, about stories I have swirling around in my head. And maybe share some excerpts from my diaries as a child. If no one reads this, that's fine. It's not for anyone else but me. But if they do, that's ok too. If I can bring a tear, a laugh or a smile to someone else's face through my words, I have accomplished something as writer.
Some of the posts may not make any sense, some may be blurbs I could use in a novel someday and some might be notes from my days as a reporter or just what's on my mind that day.
Whatever they are, it's my therapy. Leave your judgments at the homepage.

2 comments:

  1. Hey Carla.....It's great to have you back writing again -- the world needs talented authors with strong voices (you fit the bill on both accounts). I'm looking forward to reading your stories -- and sharing in your adventures. Take care ... and I hope all is well with you and your family! Matt

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  2. Thanks Mr Shurrie! I will always be a journalist so this will give me a place to write those stories when the ideas come flooding into my head!

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