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The Reluctant Writer Has a Blog!

The process of blogging is so interesting to me. Now that I have one, I find myself thinking of so many things I want to share. In fact, I've noticed that my thoughts are more focused than they were before. If I have a thought, I try to flesh it out in my mind to be a post. That's amazing for me, the reluctant writer and blogger.

See, my mom and quite a few of my teachers and friends have told me that I need to write. They've always said that I have a way with words. Actually, I love to talk. That's why I love radio so much. I get paid to do what I've done continuously since I can remember. I'll admit that I've got a pretty good vocabulary and I can, as a former co-worker put it, "turn a phrase." However, the actual process of researching, writing, proofing, and rewriting is so very tedious to me that it turns me off. I guess I'm just lazy that way.

Having said that, though, I did write. For seven long, tedious years, I was an entertainment newswriter for a major radio network. The money was good, but I was bored out of my mind. Plus, I was forced to work an overnight shift, which did NOT bode well for my social life. When it was finally time for me to leave that place, I was too thrilled. I didn't know where I was going...didn't know what I was going to do...all I knew was that I was out of overnight hell.

Now that I'm living life on a day schedule, I rarely take time to express myself in print. Until now. Lucky you. LOL


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