My mind automatically flew backward five years ago, when I lived in the SF Bay area, creating stories for the writing classes I taught, spending hours writing chapters for my novels, and stuffing it all in computer files and sagging file drawers.
And then my nephew arrived.
C flew in from the east coast to enjoy a bit of California sunshine. The morning started rosy, then the weather turned windy and rainy. Under a canopy of pink-gray skies viewed from my many-windowed loft that overlooked bay and city, my 20-something nephew proclaimed, “You need a blog!”
Unlike some in my family, C supported my writing with immense passion and loyalty. In his New England youth, he cheered on every Boston team imaginable, but he also read voraciously. Majoring in business and communications at a prestigious university, my nephew interned for mayors and senators and professors, and he honed his writing skills into an amazing job in Washington, D.C., soon after graduation.
His word counted (no pun intended), and if he told me I should blog, by golly, I’d blog.
Whatever that meant.
That’s correct. Five years ago I’d never read one blog, much less written a blog post.
C spent his California weekend explaining the concept of blogging, showing me around Word Press, helping me think of a name and a reason…to blog.
“WRITE!” C pleaded. “That’s what you do! Share your stories! Finish your books! Publish them! And Blog!”
So I did. My first Roughwighting blog post was entitled. Looking Straight Up. I had 2 followers. Me, and C.
Blog writing is, of course, so much more than “writing.” I have ‘met’ and made friends throughout the world who I most likely will never meet in person. Yet, I’ve been doodled and delighted, taught and tantalized by pals from North Dakota to Norway, Australia to Algeria.
I was invited to participate in a Word Shark writers’ conference that included a group of bloggers from VA, ND, NY, MA, and PA. I’ve been doodled by the best (thanks forever to Mike Allegra), and I’ve learned what it’s like to live in Spain and Wales, India and Canada. I use amazing recipes from Sunny Cove in Santa Cruz and Spanish treats from Darlene.
Bloggers have taken me on virtual writing tours of Hong Kong and Nova Scotia, Hawaiian volcanos and the hills of Scotland.
We all back each other up, read and learn, buy each other’s books and review them on Amazon.
But, of course, my biggest supporter is my nephew.