I never really learned how to swim. I’ve always known how. But, see, I have this fear of hieghts thing going on. I can jump from a regular old diving board (don’t ask me to actually dive from it, unless you want to see a painful belly flop). The one time I tried to jump from a high dive, it was all I could do to walk back to the ladder instead of crawling on my hands and knees.
For those who know me, you know that I don’t get all that excited about swimming anymore. So why am I bothering to talk about this in my first ever blog post?
The answer: because this is my first ever blog post.
This blog is my high dive. But after reading a few posts from Kristen Lamb on http://warriorwriters.wordpress.com/, I realize that I should probably make this jump.
I’m as comfortable with writing as I am with swimming (though I’d rather write than swim). It’s second nature. Publishing this first book, Harp Lessons, has been like jumping from that low diving board. It was a bit intimidating, but exciting and fun!
Chatting with all the other phenominal authors from Astraea Press has been interesting. But I’ve mostly been the quiet observer. They all post links to their latest blog posts, blog tours, and all other social media connections they have. I only joined facebook less than two years ago because my little sister was having a baby and I wanted all the updates. Since joining Twitter last July, I’ve tweeted a grand total of three times.
Blogging to me is a whole other beast. But I hope to tame it and improve my writing while doing so. And who knows? The next time I go swimming and there is a high dive, I’ll go ahead and jump anyway.
Thank you Kristen Lamb for encouraging me to jump and I hope to soon read your book, We Are Not Alone.
I know that the metaphor of a high dive is probably way over used, “Taking the plunge” and all. But there aren’t any other irrational fears that I’ve had in my life. Well… except for the few years I spent terrified of people being able to hear me pee. But that didn’t quite fit as nicely…