I came across the website, A Writing Bliss!™, that is owned and operated by Sheryl Russ. The site is chalked full of e-mail courses for writers and aspiring writers. I just started a 2-week course, LIFEWRITES: 6 Approaches to Journaling. At first I couldn’t quite understand why learning how to journal would help with my goals as a writer. Although, as I read my first lesson I began to see how it might be instrumental in my development. In this first writing assignment, I’m told to describe myself as if I was receiving 15 minutes of fame. Okay, she must be getting her students to jump over that wall of intimidation and low self-esteem. For me this wall is humongous.
My 15 Minutes of Fame
My name is Glynis. I’m a woman of middle-age, rapidly headed to that time when I will be considered old by most. Despite this unwanted fact in my life, I’m still attractive. At least this is what I’m told.
I dye my hair a soft light brown. Yes, I do it for the reason of vanity, but it isn’t the only explanation. I have thin fine hair. Without the chemicals in the dye solution, I would look as though I was losing my hair because of some dreaded disease. It truly is that fine and thin. My skin hue is light olive, which has prevented sunburns more times than I can remember. I do need to lose some weight. Nevertheless, with the right clothes, I can hide the unwanted bulges easily.
I’m a quiet person for the most part. I thoroughly enjoy being at home alone. I find the silence appealing and clarifying. Even though I have this introverted core to my personality, I can rise to the occasions of gatherings, and inject my two cents into the dribbling conversations. I have what I call a truth streak in me. If I feel that the subject is important enough and I know that someone isn’t telling the true, I will speak up. I will speak out. Most people who have this streak in them will call it ‘foot-in-mouth’ disease. More often than not, this trait will get me in all sorts of trouble that could easily be avoided if I could just lie with ease.
My list of interests is small, but is utilized to the maximum. I love writing. Although I have recently figured out it can be extremely difficult to do and will, most assuredly, get worse, I still want to engage in the craft. I love to read. These days there are times when I find it difficult though. Not all books I want to read come in the larger print. (Yes, I’ve gotten to that place in my life.) I love to travel. My husband and I haven’t done any for quite a while, but when the money is there to spend on it, we’ll take advantage of it. In the meantime, I console myself with DVDs that will take me to foreign lands. Movies are another one of my interests, and with the older ones being relatively cheap to buy on DVD, we’ve accumulated enough so that we never have to settle for what’s on TV.
There is one more thing I think everyone should know about me if they want to know me at all. I’m disabled. I’ve had the limitations since I was seventeen years old. I definitely don’t like it, although at this time in my life, I wouldn’t know how to be without it. I hobble around as if someone broke both of my ankles and knees, and sometimes that’s the way it is even with the aid of the four-prong cane.
This is basically me. I’m a work in progress. I’m forever evolving.