She replied with, “Jannan, write what you know.” 

Such wise words, but they left me wondering what I do, in fact, know. I know about parenting, at least my parenting. I know about teenagers, as teaching gives a certain insight into their complex, formative years. I know about marriage, in the sense of trials, triumphs, and the work it takes, as well as, the rewards it brings. I know I have a bit of wit, but do I have enough to write a book that is full of comedic timing and a bit off the cuff? 

One thing I am certain of is that I do not want to write romance, as I am not sure I could stomach using some kind of phrase like “throbbing member.”  And, I feel an unrest within this genre, because being a Christian doesn’t allow me, nor would I want it to, to put my faith on a shelf and bear that type of witness to those who happen to read what I write. 

Although, my college roommate and I joked that I could have a pen name and sell millions.  Sci-fi is also completely out of the question. My computer might die of old age before I would get that book written. Not a fan! 

I used to prepare my students for their first writing assignment of the school year by saying to them, “Writing is an amazing gift to the world. Just think; you are about to create something that no one else in the world has ever imagined or put into this universe. This is a unique piece of art that will form in your unique mind, then escape through fingertips, which are also unique unto you.”

I think that is part of the reason I enjoy blogging so much. It is my creation, alone.  

I am going to do this; I have decided. And, not because I expect to be famous or in hopes of becoming a wealthy gal,  but for the satisfaction of finishing something that has always been important to me to start. 

I may not yet know what category it will tumble into, but fall into place, it will. 

I may just have blank pages at the moment, but they are full of possiblities, just waiting to be filled.