So, last Friday, this happened.
Shameless plug: here it is if you haven’t read it, yet)
It’s actually fitting, my first semi-big-deal (not really) experience in the published writing world, considering my first introduction with “the Internet” was good old dial-up AOL. The sound of it “connecting” was so exciting to me. The CDs with free minutes (!!!!), the chat rooms, the IMing, and who could forget A/S/L?
Those? Those were the glory days of the Internet.
Now…it’s…I wish it would all just go away, sometimes. Too much. Too distracting.
Anyhow, I was (am?) proud of myself for writing something that was “good enough” for a much larger stage.
I write, though not as often as I would like (and much of the time, on my phone, which makes it hard to get a flow going). It’s what I do. Well, I *do* a variety of things, but writing is one of the few things that I enjoy and will do, regardless. Recognition or not. I will write.
I know I am among millions who consider themselves “a writer,” and I feel lucky to write for a community like What to Expect. I like being heard…no, I WANT to be heard. I want people to read what I write. I do not write things that are not meant to be read. I love sharing my thoughts, my experiences, my life, through writing.
Thank you for sticking around even though I am beyond sporadic in my posts.
Thank you for taking time out of your busy day to read what I write.
Thank you for believing in me and my ability to evoke a rainbow of emotions in you.
All of those things…they make me smile.
PS: completely inappropriate and unrelated (and true) – I am *that person* who puts a smiley face on my pee cup for the OBGYN.