Today is Sunday, June 15th, 2014, Father’s Day. What better time to do what I have put off doing for some time now: create my own blog. I must say, I’m pretty intimidated. I’ve read some pretty good blogs. So I wonder, will I have anything new to add? Is what I say interesting enough to keep your attention? If pride were not involved, I would say, “Who cares”? But, I
am a bit prideful, and I
do care if what I write keeps your interest, or better yet, makes some kind of impact, or conjures up some kind of emotion within you.
I have written several stories that I have shared on my Facebook page, from which I have gotten positive feedback. Many have said, “You’re such a good writer”! And although it’s flattering, it’s simply not true. I am a storyteller. Plain and simple. If it didn’t happen to me, or I didn’t observe it, I can’t write about it. I’m not about fiction, I’m just not that good.
So, welcome reader. I will do my best to hold your interest, stay away from cliche’s, and keep my writing as real as I would want to read it for myself.
Stay tuned.
Yours,
CatCorrier
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sondra aycock
I began keeping a journal when I was in my mid-twenties. I’ve filled notebooks with random thoughts, events, and deep feelings. But here’s the thing. After a while I would pull out old ones and read through them. And destroy them. Many moons ago I used a book of matches, then the shredder came along and now that I journal with a computer I use the delete key. I feel too raw and exposed and vulnerable to let them be found and read by eyes other than mine. I know exactly how much courage it takes to put yourself out there. It’s really you. Exposed. Raw. Vulnerable. So to my brave, brave friend: Go, Cat go!!
catcorrier@comcast.net
Thank you Sondra! Yes, I’ve felt all of those feelings you described, and yet, the end result is worth it. I feel accomplished when I’ve shared a story. And to be honest, so far it feels like I haven’t even scratched the surface of raw, or told a story that exposes my weaknesses, my vast array of shortcomings. But I’ll get there, maybe later that sooner.
You, my dear Sondra are a true writer, and the thought that you have destroyed so much of your writing makes me sad. You are so articulate, so wise, so sensitive, and so in tune with your feelings. Please reconsider the next time you feel like you need to hit the delete key….hit “share” instead.
Love,
Cat