My name is Jetta Broom. It's my pen name really and is taken from a bumper sticker off of a friend's car. It's the perfect cover for the things that I may some day write about.
I wrote a lot once upon a time. Never had a problem thinking up things to write about. These days I mostly dream about writing. Is that laziness or fear? I guess a little of both. In my day, I was editor of the school newspaper, was an artist and a staff writer for our PR group in college. I wrote technical journals and advised professors on how to write scientific reports. I wrote 'to the editor' in my local newspapers and generally got those published and of course I wrote our annual holiday letters. So why is it that I am sitting here trying my darndest to think up a good subject to start my blog page with.
I wonder that even if I do write, will anyone read it if I do? Will anyone care? I doubt it. There are a lot of bloggers out there but that did not stop me from writing before and I can't let it stop me now.
The hardest part of writing is starting. What do you put into that very first sentence? Do you want to come on strong or do a slow creep. That idea that you had in your head late last night does not sound as good when you put it on 'paper'. Probably due to all the alcohol that you had. Discussions while sitting on the corner of the local bar always sound good then, but fairly ridiculous by the time you wake in the morning.....
This morning I woke up with bad breath and the cramps of a good fart coming on. The sun was just too bright even though it was hiding behind the clouds. Cold and snowing but I had to roll out of that bed sooner or later and the fire needed tending. I stretched my legs and instantly got a charlie horse. Holy shit that hurt! Close your eyes and see it through and the damn thing will subside, I murmered. But I know, it won't go away. I know that it will just lay in wait for that next good stretch, just so it can double you over with pain or make you fall down screaming. So with that I got my sorry ass out of bed to start my day.
So like getting out of bed, starting to write has it's pains. The effort is mostly routine and it makes you wonder if the payback will be worth it.
In the end it is. So let's see where this actually takes me.
