My New Goal: Blogging to Learn!

I’m excited this technological tool, this blogging thing, is available to use in practicing the art of creating with the awesome world of words. I’ve wanted to “be a writer” for as long as I can remember…even more so since my dream career-teaching school- turned into a nightmare. Long story. I’ll blog about it one of these days. Writing is one of my true passions…actually communicating effectively and teaching others to do the same is my passion, and I believe excellent writing is one way to do that.

Blogging certainly seems to be the trend in writing these days. I don’t quite get how jotting down a few words about something or writing how you feel can be of that much value to a reader. And I’m clueless about guiding readers to your blog. Well…not entirely clueless. I can see how readers might help you improve your writing skills, and I’m beginning to understand how tags work. In fact, even as I write this blog, I get more excited about the possibility of creating something that might be valuable to others. There’s my passion kicking in.



About banana61547

I'm a lively, fun-loving lady with a dramatic view of life-that is, I tend to be a dramatic person. I cry at sappy commercials and at touching scenes in movies. I'm somewhat selfish with my time. Actually I've come to a place in my life where I delight in being alone, especially if I've got a good book to read or if I'm feeling particularly inspired or excited about something I'm writing. On rare occasions I miss the me I used to be, but to feel safe and comfortable surrounding myself with solitude seems to work well, and I am healing. I wasn't always such a recluse. There was a time when I loved being in the limelight hostessing a party, teaching a class, even speaking confidently to large groups of women at luncheons and retreats and such. Experiencing four frighteningly traumatic life events every other year for eight years caused my panic level to pull me back into a shell of myself. My husband died in a freak automobile accident; my father who had dementia died in my arms from skin cancer; I moved from my home of 33 years without any help, and finally I was forced out of my teaching job by a power hungry principal who got rid of one teacher a year.
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