Psychologically, I made two major breakthroughs as a writer this week while we were in Virginia Beach. We were looking at possible retirement homes.
“What do you two do besides volunteering?” our tour guide asked us.
“I write a blog, ” I responded.
“What’s it about?” she enquired.
“I write about a variety of topics that interest me. I have about 350 followers.”
It was the first time I had mentioned my blog to a stranger. It felt good to acknowledge I was a writer.
Later that afternoon, as we drove through some neighborhoods, anytime we saw a house with a detached building like a storage hut or an adult-sized playhouse, my husband would say “That can be your writing cottage. All you’ll need is electricty.”
“And heat and airconditiooning ” I joked. It was the first time he has expressed an interest in my writing besides doing an excellent job of taking pictures of unusual bathroom doors for my Bathroom Signs irregular series of blog posts.
Plunk by plunk, letter by letter , word by word, I’m typing my way into being a writer.