Hey! So Glad You're Here.

Sincerely, I am. Whenever someone shows an interest in the words written by another, they give a gift.

 

I have been a writer for as long as I can remember. My first crushes were with words: a beautiful turn of phrase, or a poem written two hundred years ago. Writing is how I process my world. I once told my husband that at any time of the day or night, if you were to look into my brain, you would see a series of 'headlines' detailing my thoughts. Even when I think, I write.

 

Predominantly, I write for myself.  There is a fear associated with sharing the most personal and vulnerable parts of yourself, and that is what writing is: personal and vulnerable. There is also that nagging voice that asks, "Why do you think anyone would want to read that?" Hence, the name I have chosen:  Just Who Does She Think She Is?  

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What follows is a hodgepodge of my thoughts from both past and present. In no particular order. Posted as I follow the fancy of my soul.

 

Thank you for the gift of reading them.