My dictionary calls “three” a cardinal number. Since cardinals are my favorite bird, I am claiming three purposes for this blog: to write about writing, to keep myself honest, and to promote my work.
To Write About Writing. I write with the right side of my brain. That means, I think in images instead of words. Because I am a visual thinker, I don’t understand much of anything until I write about it.
To Keep Myself Honest. I am fascinated by artists. I’ve always wanted to be one, but I’ve never been as keen about finishing as I am about starting. To get to those two magic words, “the end,” I need a sturdy tree in which to hang the birdhouse in my soul. (Apologies are offered to They Might Be Giants.) This blog is a public place to set writing goals and follow through on them.
To Promote My Work. If you haven’t figured it out already, I’m an unpublished author. Today’s post marks the day that I begin the move from writing for fun to writing professionally.
On a personal note, I’m writing after a month of persistent grief. My father died on December 2, 2007. I’m slow to express heartache. Most people are able to get their tears out during a funeral. I gave a eulogy and made everyone laugh. Now, 500 miles away from my father’s grave, I fall apart. Specifically, I fell apart today leaving Barnes and Noble. Some of us have the misfortune of always knowing what it is we are supposed to do with our lives. I say misfortune because the task is enormous, and I’ve put it off for more than half a lifetime.
So. . . here I am world, Elizabeth Crisp, author. I’m closer to Fanny Flagg than Harper Lee, but It’s still my gift, damn it! It’s time for me to open it.