Well, today I decided to start blogging. Why? Because I’m
suicidal? Hardly. Crazy? Getting warmer. Completely and infatuated with
humiliating myself in front of MILLIONS… or more likely two people? Bingo!
Just a short time ago –like 12 years- when I was just a
young, wee lass, I picked up a bad habit called “writing”. My imagination took the
reins and ever since, I haven’t been quite right. You know the symptoms: spacey, glass-eyed, acting like has a 'stealth mode' or +2 on sneak, and -most importantly- alternate personalities that flip between moods and accents. Perhaps, I’ve never been
quite right and my momma never did have me tested… But who enjoys normal anymore anyway? That's why we READ in the first place.
So, after a little meddling and dabbling and a whole lot of imagining and checking the mailbox, awaiting for the day
when my invitation to Hogwarts would arrive…
… I began to draw up my own
concoctions of how every day life should be. You know, the usual cooking,
cleaning, school, dragons, telekinesis and -of course- the underdog. Normal, mundane activities of daily living. And after my eleventh birthday, when I
realized that apparently, I was just a 'muggle' and Hagrid would not be appearing
on my doorstep with a wand-umbrella and a flying motorcycle, my own story took
shape.
What shape did it take exactly? Well, when I look at it on
paper, I feel it kind of looks like a tortuous blob. Something not fully formed, more a
work in progress, but a whole lot of potential just waiting for me to roll my sleeves up, get my hands dirty, and mold it into something fantastic!
Will this prospective blob take shape into something
beautiful like a butterfly? Surely, it could. Perhaps after it has gone through
the gross and furry stages of metamorphosis like a bulbous, gooey caterpillar, it will blossom into a jam-packed
entertainer where there will be weeping and cheering of all sorts! (Please, do hold the standing ovations until after the show). There, in that warm, dark and cozy cocoon of worm-hood does my
journey begin.
While like a magic carpet ride, it may be bumpy with risk of injury or perhaps even death, I
still ask you to join me and assist me on this grandeur and yet vulnerable and humbling adventure, for as Paul states, 'when I am weak, I am strong'. I assure you ahead of time that it is full of magic, Greek gods, butt kicking, romance -duh- and a
whole lot of sarcasm.
Although, I’m sure you couldn’t guess that it would include that last bit…
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