This blog is nearing its birthday. 3 years. It seems like its always been here. Of course, writing has been at the core for me always. I wrote for every occasion and event. I was never happy or fulfilled unless I was lost in an imaginary world I was creating. Whole worlds created with just 26 letters. Amazing, isn’t it? 26 letters alone and I get to jumble them around over and over for pure delight.
There is something about this little space here of mine. This little corner of the internet that changed something for me. Perhaps inside me. It created a sense of belonging. While I always wrote and it most certainly defined me, it was not a public thing. Now it very much is. I identify as a writer and whats really a blessing is that others do now as well. I am no longer the person who says they like to write, I am the writer.
I always have been but its more now. I now have a book that has been published and that is out in the world. I have another following and yet another being written still. I am now friends with illustrators, agents and other authors. I am invited to the table for discussions that perhaps I would not have been before.
I think this little section of the ether plays a role in this. Whether it be by allowing me to stand up, declare and PROVE that I am who I claimed to be or just by giving me the dedicated place where I could do what I loved, I am not sure. But I am loving my place at the table and thank you all for your role in helping me along the way.