Hi there. If you’re reading this, that means that, against all odds (with all the other gazillion blogs you could have clicked on), you have clicked through to my humble little corner of the blogosphere. Thank you. I am most grateful.
Though I have been reading other folk’s blogs for a couple of years now, I’ve resisted the thought of having my own. While I enjoyed reading about the minutia of the lives of people all over the world, I somehow couldn’t imagine that they’d be interested in mine. I lead a quiet life here in the heart of Appalachia. My idea of a big time is sitting on my porch watching fireflies (there are a gracious plenty here) or walking in autumn through the old abandoned apple orchard above our house and gathering those wormy, wizened apples that, though blemished, make very tasty apple bread.
Really, though, what kept me, up to now, from starting my own blog was fear. Just plain fear. So many of the bloggers I read sound like professional writers. Their ruminations on life are perfectly formed essays, whereas mine might sound more like something I wrote for my seventh grade English class. And one thing I have noticed is that most bloggers seem to be middle and upper-middle class, college-educated people. I am not. I graduated high school and have worked as a library assistant, a secretary, and a janitor. My husband is a carpenter. We both love books and learning, but neither of us graduated from college. It is rather intimidating to put your writing out there for all to see when the most advanced training you’ve had was how to write a ten-page term paper for your final twelfth-grade English project.
Nevertheless, I want more than anything to be a writer. Someday, I hope to take a college class in writing, but for now, I’ll make this blog my training ground. Who knows, maybe my writing will get better. Maybe someone will read my words and have suggestions for making them better. Maybe I’ll gain confidence Maybe I’ll make a friend. I’ve already been fortunate enough to find kinship with one fellow reader and writer through just reading blogs. (Hi, Wesley!)
Or maybe I’ll simply have a sense of accomplishment from overcoming my fear, from stepping out of my comfort zone, and from taking that one tentative, wobbly step towards the day when I feel like I can call myself a writer.
So, if you’re still reading, I thank you from the bottom of my heart. I sure hope you keep reading. I’ll do my best not to disappoint you.