Homework

I love writing. It's something I've enjoyed ever since my kindergarten teacher handed me that first, fat, yellow, thick-leaded pencil and wide lined paper. I love playing with words-trying to arrange them in ways that might spark someone's imagination, tickle their funny bone or bring tears to their eyes. I doubt I'll ever win an award with my writing, or even a local contest, but that doesn't stop me. Writing is an outlet for me. A place to share my heart, my dreams, my hopes and my memories. That's why I blog.

That and the fact that I can't talk. Coherently that is. For some reason there's a better connection between my brain and my hands than there is my brain and my tongue. If you and I were to sit down and have a face to face conversation you'd see what I'm talking about. My tongue gets tangled up and wrapped around my teeth, words tumble out of my mouth in pell mell fashion, and my feet frequently find their way north and get lodge between my lips, making me feel like the village idiot.

Hence, I write. It's a safe world too. I can't see the puzzled look on your face, or your disgust; I can't hear your sighs or see that you're bored out of your everlasting mind.

Over the last few months a crazy, maybe stupid idea, has been lurking in the back of my mind. I've been stewing over the fact that one way or another, I could either be very lonely or in need of an income in the future. My last little guy is growing up and won't always be by my side, learning, laughing, and keeping me company. Or, my husband may go the way of all things and I'd have to be my own provider. (He hates it when I say that, but since he doesn't read my blog I can say it here, right? :-) )

So, here's my crazy thought. Since I love writing, maybe, just maybe?, I could start earning money doing it. That way, if I'm left to my own devices, either because someone grows up or another someone leaves me, I'll have something to do to keep myself occupied and fed. (I'm glad I can't hear your laughter.)

I don't know where to begin or how, but that doesn't matter at this point. I still have a long way to go before someone would pay me to put words to paper. I need practice. This is probably just a pipe dream....

Anyway-I don't know how many people come to this little corner of cyberspace, but I know some do. I'd like your help. If you could give me a homework assignment, a writing challenge, I'd appreciate it. Just remember, I'm a simple person with a very small world. I'm not a rocket scientist nor a theologian. I know kids, mothering, housework. I know God can help us overcome wounds and sin and fear. (something He and I are still working on, btw) There may be a few other things I know, but I have to get off this computer and walk before it gets too hot out. I think you get the idea.

So, if you think of anything, just for the fun of it, leave a comment or pop an email my way. I'd appreciate the challenge. Maybe.