I'm reading a book by Michael Perry. It's called "Coop".
The man is really incredible. The story is really just his daily life, but the way that he words things makes you want to move to a farm and start writing a book of your own. He uses words like harrowing, impecunious, anecdotal, trilling and pristine. Not that these words are so intellectual that they can't be used, it's simply the way he uses them that draw a picture so clearly you feel like you are there in the moment. His conversion to "the Truth", recollections of growing up on a dairy farm, the birth of his daughter at home, each scene played out in capturing detail as he ponders some of the deeper things of life.
It makes me want to write. I think it's why I like blogging so much. Each person has a story to tell, every day has a message. Anyone can write, it's just a matter of honing your skills and telling your story in a way that people want to read it.
Since this is our family blog I will continue to write about our family, but I see this also as a golden opportunity to practice. A chance to practice my reflections, my daily life as mom, and try to shape them into readable material. I may not have the vocabulary of Michael Perry, but somewhere in my mind there are some inscrutable stories waiting to be told.