This morning, a newsletter was waiting in my inbox from AITS (Accelerating IT Success). I’ve been waiting for it for a few weeks now and couldn’t wait to race downstairs and check my inbox. There is was – my first published article!
I’ve been writing for years, primarily to document the milestones and mayhem that is our family life. Most of my friends and family are far from where we live. Blogging has provided me with an opportunity to share our successes and challenges, photos and more with people that are important to me and my family, but may not be close enough to participate in our lives directly. I never thought of myself as a writer. I had a problem – engage people in our lives that are not physically nearby – and found a solution to that problem. That’s all it was for a long time.
One night last year, my husband and I were talking and he looked at me a little funny. When I asked what he was thinking, he said “You’re a writer.” I immediately rejected the notion – it didn’t fit with how I saw myself. Storyteller? Maybe. I’ve jokingly been called “Backstory” for years, because I have a story for EVERYTHING. He pointed to the half dozen books on the shelf – all of my blog entries and photographs, printed and bound like scrapbooks of our life. “Okay. Maybe I am a writer.”
That’s how it all began. A lot has happened since then, but today, more than any other, I feel like a writer.