The legendary Ernest Hemingway once said, "Write loud and clear about what hurts."

If you've been around here for any length of time, you know I've done this. Processed and spewed out words that, once finished, proved cathartic and necessary to get out of my head, thru my fingers into being. A lot of my words here are about fear of the near future, being overwhelmed with the present, and lack of a love to call my own.
I'm not ashamed of these words. Nor will I let past words define or shackle me. They are a part of my heart's growth and metamorphisis. The change I kicked and screamed at like a petulant child as God drew me nearer, dearer to Himself and carried me thru each and every moment He's had mapped out for me.
It's like the old hymn Amazing Grace. 
Through many dangers, toils and snares,
I have already come;
’Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far,
And grace will lead me home
I claim to be a writer who blogs. 27K words in stories this year alone prove this I suppose. Still I am hesitant to share about my stories here. It's that old people-pleasing demon, What if no one likes it? They won't like you. But in addition to being a writer who blogs about a myriad of subjects, this space is one I find safe to pour my heart into. To preach truth back to myself in devotions. To write about what's on my heart.
And I love it.
Whether it's writing about writing, American history, indie-books and authors, dreams, humdrum life, lyrics, siblings, friends, weddings, singleness.
I love all of it. I may not be the most diligent blogger or writer. But I'm never going to not write about something. Someday this space may have different content. Wedding plans, a home of my own, a special guy who's not the fictional Capt. Steve Rogers, pregnancy, babies, natural health and homemaking. But if I'm honest?
I'll always be a Northern Belle and will need this space to open my heart and let the words swirling spill from my fingers. I need somewhere to write loud and clear about what hurts, what thrills, what geeks me out, what knocks my heart over with a feather and it all makes me happy.

Words, history, and grace color my days here in The Burgh where I seek out the perfect coffee and red lipstick.

1 comment:

  1. I'd love to read some of your stories on here. *hint, hint* <3


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