Writer?

It seems I am a writer? Scratch that... Am I? Well, writing sure made me happy this week. And what did I do at work all week? Write... Quite a lot... What do I do most weeks... Write. When someone is having trouble getting their wording right or want a fresh take on a piece of work, who do they turn to? Well, me.

When I'm at home of an evening and have a moment to myself. Do I watch TV? Nope, I make art or ... I write.

When a friend asks for help with some wording for a marketing idea, do I say no? Course not. I leap in with enthusiasm for I am doing what I love. Take right now for instance. The kettle has boiled; coffee could be made. It could indeed, but I am having far too much fun doing this. My thirst can be quenched later.

My writing makes me happy. It also appears to make other people happy too. Why do I find it so hard to admit to myself that I might be good at it? Why does the thought of writing a book seem such an unwieldy challenge? Why are there so many questions in this blog post?

Thank you to everyone who has encouraged me and given me praise this week. You have made me very happy. You know who you are. Big smiles.

Pop along and see what is making everyone else happy this week in the Happy Book Group... and stay tuned because I have a cunning plan on that subject...

I also made my first foray into the world of Twittery Tweets this week. Now, those of you who know me might wonder how I am coping condensing my thoughts down to just a measly 140 characters. It's tough I tell you. I have however managed to suss it out. What you do is write a really long blog post then just announce it on Twitter. Problemo solved!