Time Marches On

In four days this blog will be two years old. I thought of doing a post on that day but with my scattered mind there is a good chance I would blank on it and forget until the day had passed by.

Having this little spot on the net to claim as my own is the first time the fact that I am a writer went from being something only my friends and family heard about to something that was real to the world. Anyone could stumble here and see who I am. That amazes me. It motivates me. It makes my path as a writer seem like it is being laid brick by brick and is not just an undiscovered trail through the woods.

Everyone who comments here keeps me going. You have done me a great kindness to remember to check in on me from time to time. Alone I could never be as strong as I am with you pushing me along.

I am inspired daily by the work I read on other writer's blog. I am not a jealous person when it comes to most things but I love being jealous of what another writer has written. When I think "Damn, I wish I wrote that!" that is the biggest compliment I could give.

So keep writing and going for you dreams, my writing friends. And here I shall be, too, going for mine.

Sara

P.S.

A new poem

Cell Memory