I’ve been feeling an ache to write for several months now. Whenever this ache comes on, I know three things about it: one, it comes on because I haven’t written in a while and need to again. Two, it will sometimes fade out, if I end up using another creative outlet (whether cooking, doing something artistic, or even having a creative/fantastic intellectual conversation with someone). Three, if it doesn’t fade, then I know I’ve really caught the bug. And this is the longest, most persistent, constant writing ache I’ve ever had.

The problem is, I’m incredibly, wildly, fearfully self-conscious about my writing. I love to do it, but it terrifies me to know that other people read it. And yet, at the same time, part of me is also terrified that no one will. In other words, I have a bit of a split personality. In other words, I’m a girl.

I’m terrified I’ll think I’m awful. I’m terrified other people will think I’m awful. And, worst of all, terrified that I’ll actually BE awful. But, as my dear friend Kylan continually says to me, “Lisa, you HAVE to let someone read it.” He’s right.

The reasons why he’s right will have to wait for another post. Meanwhile, here’s my inaugural one, on a new blog.

Happy trails to me.