Jewells of Thought

All week long Mothers Day and various Women articles have been flooding my mind. Today was a different day for me I finally was able to have some alone time to think and write an outline. Home is not really conducive for writing in the zone. It felt good, the only negative to this there’s no internet at my Grandparents home, now my Uncle’s residence. I had the windows open and some light music on, in Grandma’s room in the back, while sitting at the kitchen table, a large table.

My dream is to someday have my own office setting or library area. Grandpa wanted the new addition to the front room to be his study, now it’s the home for my Uncle’s piano. Right now I have had to wing it I still make my own deadlines, but it would make life a little easier to have such a peaceful little space to call my library to write and read.

Writing for a long time was personal. I never wanted anyone to read my lines. I have long believed that I wasn’t a writer at all. I was a musician and historian, however, it was because of my grandfathers that I even began to write as a necessity. I needed to transcribe my interviews with the Veterans I set down with and talked to and then I things slowly changed into making scrapbooks for them and piecing the interview questions together with their answers.

Curating their stories was a necessity for me to want to remember and maintain these Veterans stories for generations to come. I pursued a Memorial Week of articles in my local newspaper literally within the month I graduated from college. That was such a cool experience, but I still didn’t think of myself as a writer. It took years of interviewing and then blogging to give me any real confidence to say I’m a writer. Yet this is simply from my experience writing what I want without someone over my shoulder. Working in a newsroom or newspaper seemed intriguing, but didn’t seem like the place for me not being an English major and writing from a passion many times more than not. The word limit would be a major problem I like writing as much as I need and not having just 300.

However, I did have fun piecing together a Church Newsletter doing just that. Jigsaw puzzles are fun figuring out creatively how to make up to four pages look fun and be informational while also satiating spiritual needs. For over a year I reveled in the sheer fun and challenge each month brought and delivered, I believe.

These are just memories and thoughts that stemmed from a conversation I had with a good friend late this afternoon.