There are a few things I ought to mention. If I had a sideshow name it would probably be Heidi-the-Luddite. I’m technologically inept as well. In fact, let me apologize in advance if one day all my posts are accidentally in Latvian. Another thing, I’m a bit of a curmudgeon. However, I’m also the woman who grins unabashedly at your four-year old. The one most likely to tell the cab driver he’s forgotten to switch on the meter. And if there’s a dog on TV, let’s just say I’ve been known to point at the screen enthusiastically and shout “Puppy!” from the privacy of my couch.
I believe in spirits, psychic phenomenon, a sundry assortment of pagan ponderings, and a whole bunch of other stuff no card-carrying cynic ought to buy into. I guess what I’m saying is I’m a contradiction in terms, an extremely talkative shy person, a dark and moody optimist. I have the personality of a feline but prefer the company of dogs. I like my chocolate bitter and my humor with a dose of gallows. So you figure it out.
Perhaps my paradoxical nature helps me write? Wouldn’t that be a nifty excuse for it?
So today is the first day of the rest of my blog, if you will. I’ll be writing about the utterly bizarre, and at times fascinating psychological process that goes into creating ideas; inspiration in all its unusual shapes and sizes; words and phrases I love; the writing career I hope to have, which at the moment is merely a glimmer in my agent’s eye, and sarcasm, no doubt they’ll be a healthy amount of that. But despite my cranky tendencies, I do hope you’ll join the conversation and talk to me about your crooked road to inspiration as well.