This is my very first time at even attempting to write a blog. I'm unsure of my writing skills, how to introduce myself, or how my writing is going to be received to whomever comes across it.
I came up with the title of this posting as a sort of metaphor for this first post. Growing up in inland Maine, my family told me that seeing a robin hopping in the snow was how you would know when spring had finally decided to come back to the cold north.
The hopeful feeling that came the first time I saw that robin had deceived me. Another April snowstorm would soon drive us back into our filthy trailer. Eventually, spring would come in its muddy glory - but not easily or quickly.
I decided to write here for a number of reasons. Firstly, I have a whole lot of junk running through my head and expressing it to the discerning public may help me to sort it out. Or maybe, you will all love my posts so much that I'll get 10 zillion clicks a day and make a fortune (somehow... I haven't figured out how that works yet.) Mostly though, I feel like I don't express myself in a way that really shows who I am and how I feel I am. Hopefully, this will help me practice and eventually merge the inside with the outside.
Writing can be clarifying. It doesn't matter if anyone else even reads it, which is why people keep diaries and journals. The act of writing turns unconscious feelings into conscious words on screen which you can then look at, read, and wonder about.
ReplyDeleteUltimately, you write to see what you will write, so you can read what you have written. You never know till you do it.
I'm interested in the filthy trailer, juxtaposed with the promise of spring.