Where A New Writer Learns The Way To Go

     I'm a beginning blogger and just found out the 

"save" button is a little mysterious. I'll have to 

read "getting started" stuff.(While editing five years 

later, I still haven't.) I didn't have a computer or

internet until I was over forty. This amateur blog is 

my process of teaching myself to write.

      I got my love for writing from reading. I finished 

Hitch-22, Christopher Hitchens' memoir. How to do 

him justice? He's a personal hero because that man 

could argue expertly and reasonably. He always 

knew the right history for the debate, (American & 

World) and he despised ignorance that kept political 

and religious leaders in power. He was a foreign 

correspondent and saw totalitarianism in Sarajevo 

and Iraq among other places. He made writing look 

easy. He loved the United States most of all 

countries. He was a lover of true words.

  I've also read Reading Lolita in Tehran by Azar 

Nafisi who was an professor of English Literature in 

Iran. She and seven women met in her home 

once a week for two years, 1995-1997, to study life 

from fiction. She taught at university over time from 

open culture to extreme religious restricted 

conditions. Women were required to be in full, dark 

head and body covering with only the oval of 

their face and hands showing. Women policing them 

in the street could look through their handbags for 

cosmetics, no lipstick allowed. In the first thirty 

pages or so Ms. Nafisi describes how she came 

to her decision to study and which books, her  

apartment where they met and the women who 

came to the first meeting. 

     At that time, I read online about the Syrian 

refugees desperate to get away from the war that 

was blanketing the region. I saw young children 

washed up dead on a beach in Greece. I just don't 

understand. 

     I write from my dining room table in a trailer  

behind a mom & pop store that belonged to my 

maternal grandparents. I can sit and look out my 

kitchen window and see Live-Oak leaves from an 

ancient tree waving at me. 


    I want to write about about living with a 

disability, facial scapular dystrophy which is a form 

of muscular dystrophy, religion, food, gardening,  

music, art, pets, being a mother of six adult children 

 my past and writing.

(Original blog 2015-2016 edited, updated, 2020)