I love writing. Writing makes me happy. It makes me feel as though I’m contributing something to the world, even though most of the time, I’m not. Writing gives me a chance to dig through the inner recesses of my mind and pull out all sorts of strange things. The challenge, of course, is finding ways to twist and turn these extractions until they are something that might be of interest to others. Sometimes I succeed; and sometimes I fail at it miserably. But either way, it sure as hell is a blast trying. Yes, writing gives me great joy. And perhaps, most importantly, it gives me an excuse to buy all sorts of electronic gadgets and declare the purchases as tax write-offs.
And while I could use up every single inch of this blog to blather on about everything going through my demented mind, that would be rude. For the fact of the matter is, there are a lot of people out there with interesting things to say… and far better punctuation. And you know what? I’m woman enough to admit that. In fact, I’m fortunate enough to know a lot of those people – as I reside in a world replete with wonderfully diverse people – folks from all walks of life, professions, political backgrounds, and skill sets. I know writers and artists and teachers and lawyers and doctors. I know journalists and comedians and athletes and travelers and pet experts. I know photographers and radio hosts, musicians and cops, activists, realtors, restauranteurs, and, of course, mimes.
No. That’s a lie. I don’t know any mimes. Mimes scare me. They always look like they know my secrets.
But the point is, I’m blessed to know a lot of fascinating people. And fascinating people have fascinating perspectives. So, it is with great pleasure that I present this Guest Blog section, featuring profound musings on assigned topics by people I consider at least somewhat interesting. The topics discussed vary, of course, just as the perspectives of my Guest Bloggers inevitably do. I hope you enjoy their work as much as I enjoy introducing you to each of them.
(If you don’t enjoy their stuff? Well, sue them. Not me. Hell, I’m just the messenger)