This week's Sunday Scribblings prompt is "writing". I thought about how to approach it, what kind of angle to take, which anecdote to share. I decided instead that I'd rather step out of the prose for a moment and talk directly to the audience. Hi audience. My name is Robin. I'm a mother. And a wife. And an editor. And a lactation consultant. And a blogger. And a daughter and an employee and a colleague and a neighbor and any one of a hundred other titles.
What I'm not is a writer.
Writing is not my avocation, nor to be honest is it my truly my passion. Don't get me wrong. I enjoy writing, crafting words and verbal pictures, but the writing itself to me is a means, not an end.
I write to share my life and my experiences with others. I write to be part of a community. Many different communities. To be part of something larger than myself and my own small life. I write because I truly believe I would explode if all the words inside of me had no outlet. I am a "verbal" thinker. Where some people think in terms of pictures I have a constant stream of dialogue running through my head, just begging to be let out into the light of day.
In my "real", non-internet life, I'm sure it won't surprise you to learn that I am a talker. I'm always happy for a chance to share a story or an interaction. I find it hard to sit quietly and not jump into a conversation. I'm not looking to talk in a vacuum, though, or to dominate a conversation. The verbal give and take, the taking time to be silent and really listen, is just as important as the information I want to put out there. To me, writing, and this blog in particular, is another version of that same conversation. It's a way to put myself out there, but even more, it's a way to invite you all in. I didn't enjoy blogging nearly as much until I knew that there were at least a few people out there listening, and even more, responding. I think at heart I'm a closet exhibitionist. I get much more satisfaction out of exposing myself publicly when I know that there is someone out there watching. (I'm betting the search engines are going to have a lovely little time with that last sentence. Boy is someone going to be disappointed...)
So please, come in. Pull up a stool (they're actually pretty comfortable) and find yourself a seat around the island. The food's good, the coffee's fresh, and the conversation is flowing. All that's missing is you.