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Transition to.....Blogging!

   It's very telling, the things we procrastinate over.  I LOVE, love, love writing: it is largely what I've tethered my life to.  Yet my ability to find ANYTHING other than writing to do when I should be writing is pretty remarkable.  And while I had every intention of launching this here little blog in August, I found 31 reasons during the month of August to not do that.
   But I had created a built in deadline in the form of pretty blue and black business cards.  I got them for next month's Litquake (Litquake = awesome, as well as a week long literary festival, the largest on the west coast).  I'm a repeat volunteer and ordered my business cards specifically for the purpose of being able to connect with other writers I meet that week.  (By the way, if you've never ordered business cards that you designed yourself, and allowed yourself to assign yourself a title - I chose Writer - I recommend you do just this.  It's delightful).  I put this website on the business card.  Now, I know those cute little cards may accomplish nothing, BUT in the off chance someone looks me up, I want there to be something here waiting for them!  (Hi, by the way!  Thanks for stopping by!  Let me know you did!).
   So, I'm blogging.  (That still sounds dirty to me).  Transitioning to blogging means finding your voice, not being too scared to share it, and not worrying too much that no one is listening to or for it.  Stay tuned for thoughts from myself and others on the topics of change, transitions and the effects of turnover (geographic, emotional and otherwise).

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