Up late, lurking the net, I've stumbled upon an beautifully presented writers site and suddenly my pen is poised, my muse is stirring, I'd like to join.
What's the attraction I ponder, the newness, the presentation, the honesty of the inspiring moderator ... I expect it's all of the above? The combination of a positive, genuine feeling plus good old fashioned "if it feels good do it" intuition beckons me from the screen ... tempting me to join.
On writing Becca asks "How about you? Have you found your line yet? Do you think you have one? How do you go about expressing it?"
Yes Becca ... I discovered my line long ago; life experience, the believeable combined with the unbelieveable, expressed with truth and wit oozes on hand written pages from a bulging, dusty, rusty, filing cabinet.
Times right to fling open those creaky drawers ... to commit, times right to take Becca's lead, start anew, start writing at another place ... for now I'm conjuring up a name for a blog where pounding the keyboard, will bring tall tales but true, of tradition, learned behaviour, honest fun, wierd wit, a smidge of crassness, some cynicism, possibly the need for a tissue might occur, then you'll know as I do, how blessed I am.
Please visit Becca's Writing on Wednesday here