I've always wanted to write. I'll start something and never finish. I have great ideas. Usually late at night when I'm too tired to do anything about them. By morning there's too much else to do. Not sure what blogging will get me but like the lottery "Hey, You never know." Watched Oprah yesterday. Mondays episode on dvr. Mom's dirty little secrets. One of the moms started a blog and now thats all her and her husband do for income. Nice life, I thought. If only, I thought. So here I am. The kicker, when reading up on her and blogs this morning before making my decision to start one, I learned she graduated high school the same year i did. We're the same age. For me that kinda sucked. I am a procrastinator and will put off writing until i really get the itch. When the itch goes away or it gets hard I won't start again until I feel the need to scratch. I have a friend who had a book published. Great for him. Jealousy for me. Have not read it. My husband has a friend who self-published his own book. Great for him. Jealousy for me. He gave my husband a copy, I read half. We are all around the same age. Maybe i'm getting old enough to worry about what I've done with my life. Maybe writing here every day will jump start me to something bigger. Maybe it'll just feed my need to write, and I'll write more often. Maybe I'll get sick of it after a week and you'll never hear from me again. Anything is possible.