We write to be heard. To express our ideas, our dreams. To touch lives that we may never meet tangibly but through words we are pilgrims along the same path.
The Ward House started out as a way to chronicle our family’s journey into becoming more sustainable. Our small step to make a different through not only our lives but those of our children; teaching them the skills that they will need in the future. It was also an easy way to keep my family, who live in different parts of the state and the world, up to date on our goings-on. An unforeseen outcome was finding old and making new friends via not only posting/commenting but also on cross publishing to my FB account.
In addition to friends, I have been exposed to alternate viewpoints, learned a gazillion new skills, and increased my vocabulary (notice the gazillion word?). It has also opened the way to a few writing opportunities. For me, writing and drawing have always been a treat – creativity that is released when another project/problem/chore is not clamoring for my attention. These creative times, until recently (like in the last year or two) were few and far between; creativity is a muscle that atrophies without use. *sighs* I am going to preach to the choir (and myself)- always make time to be creative. That muscle is exercised more often now, often here, writing for other blogs/sites, and via photography (though not enough pictures seem to make it here).
All that brings me here: a writing opportunity has presented from dig the dirt. Disclaimer alert: this is not a review nor am I being reimbursed for the mentioning (sad that this must be included). Since you are so in-the-loop, I’ll let you know when that article posts. I am psyched!