I think it's gonna be a long, long time...

Actually, I should say it's BEEN a long, long time. I'm gonna try to get back into the swing of things, and start blogging again. My mind has been elsewhere for quite a while. Not a bad elsewhere, not a good elsewhere. Just elsewhere.

Anyway, I need to start writing again. I haven't written anything creatively in ages, nor have I written in my journal. Writing is good for the soul. We all have something that needs to be said, and stories that we need to tell. I know I certainly have some things that I need to get off my chest.

Some days, I feel like my brain could just explode.

I don't like that feeling.

I've always been a writer. Always. It started when I was younger than I can even remember, with letters that I would send to my Aunt Marsha. She loved to write letters as much as I did, and this Aunt, that I had never met, became my pen pal. We were constantly mailing letters back and forth. From San Diego to Michigan. From Benton to Michigan. She and I email one another now. She will not be sharing THIS blog as a form of communication, as I am her angelic niece who does not do the crazy things that this blog writer has done. :)

I started writing poetry and EXTREMELY short stories in Junior High. Or at least, that is when I can best remember that my love for reading had developed into a love for writing. and I began wanting to create words as beautiful as those I had read composed by other authors. Of course, I wasn't able to.

My love for writing grew into an obsession of sorts. I took every creative writing and journalism class I could. I kept notebook after notebook after notebook of journals and poetry and thoughts written down on paper. I wrote all the time. I always had a notebook with me, everywhere I went. I went so far as to keep a tiny one in my purse so I could "jot down ideas". It was my life.

For a while, I thought I would go to ASU and major in Journalism. Then I realized that I, as a very shy girl, was frightened to death of the prospect of interviewing people. I thought I would make a horrible journalist.

Oh, I wish I knew then what I know now.

I'm so far from shy these days it's not even funny. and that is primarily because I have worked in media for so long.

I want to write. I want it more than anything else. I want it more than food. and I like food. A lot.

So, I'm about to go buy a computer. I haven't had one in ages, as I know how I am and I worry that sitting in front of it is all that I will do. but now, in the world of blogs, and internet that runs at the speed of light, I figure I can do more with it than without it.

I also want to move. Quite badly. and having the internet will also make finding a job easier. Don't try to talk me out of it!!! LOL!!!

Peace,
Marla