Why "The Writer Chic"?

Hi, y'all.

Welcome to my blog. Or, welcome back, as the case may be.

In case you've stumbled across this site by accident, I figured I'd tell you a little bit about why this is called The Writer Chic. Maybe I can persuade you to stay around a while, or at the very least, stop in from time to time to see what is going on in my little corner of the world.

Someone once said, "Our lives, with all their miracles and wonders are merely a discontinuous string of incidents, until we create the narrative that gives them meaning ." Someone else also said, "Use your imagination. Trust me, your life is not interesting. Don't write it down."

I tend to agree with the former.

As it is told by my parents, when I was little, they had a hard time disciplining me for lying. It wasn't that I wasn't telling the truth. I was just telling them my version of it. And trust me, even at three, my version was much more interesting.

I've always been a storyteller, of both fiction and reality. From my first "book" about Sara Scarf being captured by Ratfink Rollerskate (best-seller material, lemme tell you) to handwritten letters, I've spent my lifetime crafting words.

Despite heading off to college with visions of medical school dancing in my head, I graduated summa cum laude with a degree in English and journalism. That granted me access to my first job as a writer/editor for the advertising and publications department of a private liberal arts college. That led to pursuing a master of arts degree in Literature, which led to a profession as an insurance agent. (I know, that doesn't really fit, but that's the truth, and a story for another day.)

The point is, I write.

I write about my past. I write about my future. I write about my family, my home, my friends. I write about my feelings, my fears, my dreams.

I (try to) write without reservation, yet with consideration for my audience. I hope that I come across as sincere and genuine. I hope you come here and take away something that makes you think, makes you smile, makes you a better you.

Mostly, though, I write for me. I write as an act of optimism; I wouldn't bother to do it if I felt it didn't matter. But it does. Every story matters.

Lucky for me, I enjoy the telling of. I hope you enjoy the telling to.