In my younger days, I used to want to be a writer. Or, scratch that. I was a writer. I kept a daily diary. I had a notebook by my bed. I wrote poems and short stories, even experimented with a few things that kind of fell in between the two. I intended to write a novel one day. I wrote all the time: when I was angry, when I was sad, to entertain myself when I was bored. I wrote for my major in college. I wrote during the summer, after my mind-numbing retail job or even during downtime at work. I wrote on car trips. I wrote when I came home from the bar.
Then I stopped. I don't really know what happened. I got a job after college and the inspiration just left me. I fell in love, and wrote again for a little while after he broke my heart, but then I fell in love again, and went to grad school, and didn't write much at all, unless it was for school or money. Then, I made an internet friend. An amazing woman with an amazing blog that I read every day, even when I didn't understand it (it's about science). I envied her creative outlet and her chance to connect with others who had similar interests. I wished I had something worth saying, and someone who would want to listen.
Then, driving back from the library one night, it occurred to me that maybe I did. I emailed my friend Hedwig about my idea for advice, and she gave me a lot of helpful tips. Then I was online, and have been ever since January. I've enjoyed hearing from others who like my blog, but even when no one comments, I still enjoy the experience. It's made me a better reader, and I like to think, a better person. So imagine how honored and pleased I was to pay a visit to the site of my friend and inspiration tonight, and see that I am one of her picks for her Intellectual Blogger award! This award is designed to promote good blogging on the web. Hedwig, or Grrlscientist as she's known to The Blogosphere, certainly falls into this category. I'm pleased that she considers me to be of the same caliber! I will try hard to be worthy of it!