Wednesday, 29 January 2014

Ever since I learned how to write, I have been writing.
I am not a professional, nor do I pretend to be. I am not an English major or a published author. I wrote the news for years (almost 10 if you count my years at my college newspaper).
But the benefit of writing for me is not for money; it's for pleasure. Writing makes me feel good.
Since I was 10 years old I kept a diary. I wrote down my thoughts, my daily activities and everything in between. It was my stress relief - how I figured shit out. I can trace every low point in my life to a time when I stopped writing for pleasure. Pen to a paper, fingers to a keyboard, I have to write. My sanity depends on it.
So, here I go. I intend on writing about my life, about stories I have swirling around in my head. And maybe share some excerpts from my diaries as a child. If no one reads this, that's fine. It's not for anyone else but me. But if they do, that's ok too. If I can bring a tear, a laugh or a smile to someone else's face through my words, I have accomplished something as writer.
Some of the posts may not make any sense, some may be blurbs I could use in a novel someday and some might be notes from my days as a reporter or just what's on my mind that day.
Whatever they are, it's my therapy. Leave your judgments at the homepage.


  1. Hey Carla.....It's great to have you back writing again -- the world needs talented authors with strong voices (you fit the bill on both accounts). I'm looking forward to reading your stories -- and sharing in your adventures. Take care ... and I hope all is well with you and your family! Matt

  2. Thanks Mr Shurrie! I will always be a journalist so this will give me a place to write those stories when the ideas come flooding into my head!