Bits And Pieces

Ok, I’m diving head first into something new that challenges my whole comfort zone. Now, I’m finding out that everyone I have ever known to have put pen to paper, has done this. I feel so left out and technically stunted. I’m sure I’ll get over it in time, but for now the tears are blurring the screen. ;)
I’ve decided to blame it on being out of the loop for so long. If you don’t have a computer, you can’t utilize it, right? I’m ignoring the fact that if I really wanted to, I could have done this a long time ago, and chose not to because I’ve been afraid. Who really cares what I think anyway? It’s not like I’m anyone special.
I’m an unpublished writer. I’ve got tons of stories and a few books started. I’m just not willing to let them go. I’m afraid that if someone reads them, they’ll tell me they’re just a bunch of crap and stop wasting time. So I tell everyone I’m editing. I tell myself I’m editing and that the grammar isn’t perfect and that I need more schooling. It really is just an excuse. I know, I need therapy. But who doesn’t?
So this is my self-imposed therapy. Put words out there for the world to see and comment on. ‘Cause face it, everyone is somebody to somebody else, right?
Who cares if I’m un-informed and opinionated, so is most of the country.

Posted by Melissa at 5:15 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)

"Trying to be someone else doesn't work for you. You are what you are, and you shouldn't try to don someone else's persona. Don't feel the need to apologize for your quirkiness -- if someone can't handle you, move on. Thankfully, your loved ones are your biggest fans. Join a club or choose a hobby that lets you express the real you.”

My name is Melissa and this is my first blog.
Trite, I know. But it gives me an excuse I’ll use for as long as I can get away with it.

The quote above was my horoscope yesterday. I thought it was appropriate for the beginning of something new, especially something involving words, my words that let people see inside of me.
I’ve never been very good at keeping a journal. No matter how hard I try, weeks, months go by and I never even make note of life changing occurrences. After each of my children was born, it took months before I wrote it down. Luckily, through some sadistic twist, I had to tell everyone the story of how my sister argued with the nurses in the emergency room when I was in labor with my oldest, how my water broke all over my husbands truck when we were in sight of the hospital when Joey was coming, how it didn’t really bother me that Thomas had to rush to the bathroom before we left when Mykela was born, because I couldn’t feel the contractions. So those stories which I might have forgotten details over time, are forever engraved because I told whoever was near me (never mind if they cared to hear or not!) the story. When I finally wrote it down it just seemed like an afterthought.

I never thought my life was interesting enough to document. I was born, went to school, moved a few times, got married, had my first child, Tyler, moved again, had Joey and Mykela, and am going back to school. See, it’s all summed up in one sentence!

But maybe, somewhere in there, my thoughts/ideas are interesting. When I get boring, my husband can come up with something that keeps us up until 3 am, talking, debating, and wondering.

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