Once Upon a Time in a Land Far-off
Once upon a time in a land far-off, there was a girl and construction paper before her. She took crayons and markers and crafted poem after silly poem to make the best birthday cards she could for her family members.
The years went on, and the girl grew. A blank notebook set before her with decorative cover. Inside it she produced thoughts and memories, ranging from the deep to the minuscule. The ink flowed freely from her pen onto the lined pages, filling journal after journal. Her thoughts generally vacillated from the soul-searching questions about faith to the heartbreaking unrequited crushes of her youthful years. New writing styles emerged in forms of poetry, short stories, plays, and personal essays. She couldn't stop writing.
The years continued on, and the girl became a woman. A blank document set before her, glowing on the computer screen in the darkened room of night-owl tendencies. Though life had become filled with responsibility after responsibility, she began a blog to occasionally share some thoughts with the world, trying public pondering on for size.
Life changed and became filled with activities, both challenging and fantastic. Blogs became something she read rather than wrote, seeing others who made names for themselves in their blogging efforts. These days much of her creativity was mustered weekly for her editing position, writing 52 short pieces a year, one a week. Personal writing went by the wayside, but reading other people's words (both fictional and non) as inspiration remained a joy.
One night during a distracted quest to search for something for work, the woman recalled that she had a blog. She visited the land forgotten and smiled at past posts. Some were a little embarrassing to her as an editor (they sure could use some editing!), and most she could hardly recall writing. But they reminded her of the life she lived and the blessings God had given and continues to give.
She also remembered how cathartic it could be to put words together just for fun. Not for work. Not for anyone else's benefit. Just for her.
So she sat down and wrote. And after 2.5 years, she posted.