Ever since I was 8 years old, and carried around a little red binder everywhere so I could write short stories with titles such as "The Cat", I have loved to write. It has been a source of comfort, release and healing for me over the years. My writing has been mainly autobiographical in nature, and it's purpose has been mostly to help others who might be able to relate to things that I have personally experienced. This blog will be a place where I will put down simple things that have happened to me on any given random day, with a bit of humor thrown in, and also a place where I will write about heartaches that have brought me to my knees on other days.
I don't know why it has taken me this long to start a blog. Why it took my 11 year old son to say to me last night, "You should start a blog!" and take me to blogspot, for me to get the urge to actually sit down and do it. If procrastination was an Olympic sport, I would by now by the Canadian Champion and biggest earner of endorsements for my lifelong art. I am indeed, a master in it. Now I have started, atleast 12 years after learning that blogs existed, and I won't even try to fool myself by thinking that writing every day is something I am going to attempt. I will write when the mood strikes, when the keyboard beckons, for this is when the most meaningful words will come out anyway.
