learn to tie my shoelaces until I was in 2nd grade.Believe me, it helps when you have a really
good friend who doesn’t judge you as she ties them for you during recess.
I didn’t experience
my first kiss until I was 21.Well,
first real kiss.A kissing booth at a
church does not count and, in hindsight, is completely absurd.
I didn’t put
myself out there as a writer until I was 39. Even then I did it backwards.Perhaps I should have blogged for a while and
then released my e-books, not the other way around.Either way, I did it and no one can take that
accomplishment away from me.
Now I wonder
what kind of writer I am.Surely not mainstream,
but not cool/edgy either.Goofy is
typically the word I use to describe my scribbling.Rarely serious, because I’ve learned that
when I write with serious emotion, I am often misunderstood. Maybe too many of my other writings are full
of levity and satire, or perhaps I can’t write strictly serious.My soul might
not be deep enough and my agile tongue continually aims for my cheek.
wonder what genre my fiction veers toward.Satire isn’t completely accurate, because while there are satirical
elements in my e-books and blog fiction, they are not just satire.I hate the notion of one book being one
thing.Life is not one thing, so how can
a representation of life be labeled one thing?
I guess I
write what I write.If people read it,
that is awesome!If people don’t read
it, that is their loss.Besides, it
wouldn’t make a difference.I would
continue to write since I write for myself.Been doing so since I learned to tie my shoes.