Chad and I try to convince each other that we are writers. Both of us deny it vehemently. But alas he has been writing short stories and now I have a renewed desire to spew my brainwaves on to a computer screen (archaically known as paper).

So begins my own record of remembrance. It makes sense that writing is therapeutic for me. I am always talking Chad’s ear off because when I put things into words I learn. When I hash through my thoughts I find clarity and balance. Sometimes it means I put my foot in my mouth until I find what it is I really mean to say, but words are a vehicle for my development.

I think it is easy to find facts to back up something you want to believe… so forthcoming is Writing: Part 2. An insight about writing from my church history professor.