My sister and I were chatting on FaceBook one night quite a while ago and our chat was about writing books. I have always dreamed of being a writer and actually have a few ideas so we were just chatting about writing. We thought we might collaborate on a book one day, came up with a name or two to write under combining our names. At the same time, I was also chatting with my eldest son. He asked what his aunt and I were chatting about and when I told him, he said he did not know I wanted to write. And he said he probably did not know some other things about his mother.
So, somewhere down the road, he mentioned that I should write about my life for my kids. He had become interested in some of our family history at that time and had done a bit of research so he was in that frame of mind. Now I have been telling stories about our family and myself for years and thought my stories were infamous. But I digress. So, I credit this longing to put my stories in writing to my son. He then began writing a blog about his life as the dad of a toddler which inspired me to begin writing my blog again. I had begun this blog as a library study but just went ahead and continued here on the same blog. I renamed it and here we are.
Since my son mentioned that I should write it all down, I have done a lot of thinking. I questioned myself on how I would write. Use a word processing app? Use this blog, that can be published as a book? Where would I start? My first memory? Do I know what that is? What do I remember? I decided to at least begin writing here and see where it takes me.
I have been leaving names off here in the interest of security and privacy but if I am to write my memories, names will be important. So I will be using first names only as I write. With all of this foundation set in my head, I think I can start.