Best Intentions
My whole life I wanted to be a writer. When I was little, I pretended that I worked for a magazine and would write pretend articles that I would house in shoe boxes. When I was a sullen, sulky teenager I wrote dark poetry about my perceived tortured life. (It wasn’t, in case you are wondering.) And when my parents died just months apart 15 years ago, I wrote a Wordpress blog that had one viewer. So when my colleague, Tenille, ran a cool opportunity by our team to join a blog challenge coordinated by The Two Writing Teachers, I was instantly in. This would be like Weight Watchers, but for writers and was the push I needed to start writing again. But, alas, I was too late. Too late to join the official party anyway. Just too many important priorities to juggle, I guess. (More on that later.) But that’s okay... I’m going to do it anyway. I thought maybe, just maybe, I could just revive my old blog and painstakingly searched every avenue for its existence. That was a big ...