I know chefs who like to cook at home, and some who don’t.
I know lawyers that will argue about everything, with everyone… and some that leave it at the court.
I know designers who choose every detail of their appearance like a typeface, and some who dress like more of a scrawl.
I know marketers who think everything is amazing and you should try it, and some who scrub the labels off the salad dressing.
I know IT people who get excited when someone is confused by the self-checkout at Target, and some who curse them under their breath.
Not everyone is their job, or loves being their job when they’re not doing their job.
I actually love writing. My favorite thing to do when I’m writing is to make people laugh or cry.
(Well, that actually distracts me from writing, because tickling and pinching.)
Still, that love can wane a little when there are just so. many. words. to. write. Not because I don’t like what I’m writing, but because there are only so many words trapped in my heart and head at any given time, ready to come out.
(Right now, my husband is trying to remember when I hit that limit, and coming up empty.)
This is important, though, this writing for me. I’d call it an outlet, but then it would probably shock me after I walked across the carpet.
But I need a way to get started. Here’s my idea: ask me a question in the comments. Any question, really, unless it’s so gross it will make my parents cry, so dull it will make me cry, or it involves algebra.
Every question will get an entry, short, long, in-between, or even just a single word.
So ask away.