A great writer can capture every moment and every detail to such perfection that the reader can place his or herself at the scene and become a part of it. I could only hope to become such a writer. I write because I love it.
However, there is one thing that gets in the way of this hope for utopia in writing...I am a perfectionist. To be completely frank, I would probably make a better editor.
Since typing my first few words, fifteen minutes have passed. I type. I read. I delete. I type, again. The process is continually repeating itself.
As I sit here at my computer and stare out the window in front of me, I wonder when the perfection bug bit me. I hadn't always been so critical of the things I wrote. I never cared if word placement and punctuation were in the precise spots. I wrote so freely and as I look back on some of my earliest experiences of writing, it was full of life and creativity.
For years, I have spoken to friends that write blogs about getting up the guts to put it all out there...to share who I am in written form. The thought excites me but intimidates me at the same time. With years of encouragement and my guts feeling strong, I have finally decided to start writing again.
Through this blog, you'll get snip-its of my life. A slice of pineapple...a slice of life...
P.S. An hour has passed...I'll work on that...
