You Gotta Start Somewhere.

Many people may not know this about me, but I want to be a writer. Not just someone who writes sweet notes in Hallmark cards for a friends birthday, or writes a great English paper....a real writer. I want to write a book. I want to have my words published. My husband and I have even joked about me writing a comic strip and him illustrating it. You might not know this about him, but he really is a talented artist. I even have two comic strip ideas swirling in my head right at this moment...it isn't doing much good in there. So, my point...I have always heard "if you really want to be a writer, just start writing....every single day....write something". Oh yeah, and read more books. That has never been my strong suit either, but that is changing. So, that is what I am going to do. Whether here on this blog or on paper....I am going to write (and read more books, I swear). Until I get better or shall I say, more interesting material, I will probably write about myself...my family...my friends...just life. It has the potential to be less riveting than a Stephen King novel, but bear with me. It will get better with time...I hope.

My grandfather, J.C. Jinks, was a published writer and amazing artist. You won't find his work online, he wrote WAY before the internet was around. He wrote several short stories, which happen to be my favorite. Papaw passed away in 1996, I was 17 years old. I honestly feel the spark in my heart to write was flamed by my time with him. Great memories. I wish I would've been mature enough to really talk to him about his writing and get advice from one of the smartest men I have ever known. It's cool that I will see him in Heaven, I can't wait.

There is also the ironic issue that even though I love writing, I am no English scholar. I like to use these things (.....) all throughout my writing. A real editor would rip me apart. I am 100% positive that I abuse the comma and semicolon's give me nightmares. In every English class I have ever taken, I loved, seriously loved, writing papers....but would have a small panic attack if asked to conjugate a verb or explain subject-verb agreement. So, yeah, I have some room to grow in this dream of becoming a published writer. All I know is that it will happen in some capacity....how that will happen is really not my concern, it's God's, I just have to write.

So, here I am, writing.

My first inclination is to write about current happenings. With that, I have a lot to write about. I can't get it all out in one blog. I have to save some for tomorrow. Although, getting it all out in one blog is totally my style. I can get wordy. That is actually something about myself that is changing. I have learned in my 35 years...there are only a few people in your every day life that can handle the details. This isn't a bad thing, it is just the way some people are. There are some people who truly don't have the capacity to hear the details. Finding people that can walk with you in daily life is rare. I am not sure what that trait is called, that ability or "want" to walk through stuff with people. Whatever it is, I have it. And when I have a friend or family member who shows me that kind of attention and care, I am in awe of them and I want to do the same.   I love to communicate.  LOVE to talk to people and hear what other people have to say.  I honestly have a true love for humans, even though I find them so odd.  All the different personalities.  It is fascinating, really. 

What I know for sure is that we can't walk through life alone.  It is too hard.  Life is so beautiful, but sometimes it is intense....actually, a lot of the time it is intense.  Faith, family and friends are the only way through.  I feel like I am growing up spiritually, even though I am 35 years old.  I am trying to find "my people".  My circle of people to walk through life with.  I know some will come and go out of that circle, but that core group that will stay with you forever.  Cultivating that is such a sweet exchange.  Love people.  Just love.