Why another blog?

Because I need a place to dump my dreams.

"What are talking about now, Carolyn? Why can't you just be a normal adult and do some laundry like everyone else?"

Fine! I'll tell you. I've been trying the whole normal adult mom thing for a while, and I can't stop at that. I'm more than that!

"Oh, please!"

I'm serious...my brain can't handle regular life. I can't go through an entire day just thinking about getting gas in the van, making phone calls, cooking lunch or dealing with why my 2 year old keeps calling me a jerk.

My mind is elsewhere...

I have always had imaginary friends. I've always drawn pictures, usually of the same imaginary people and places. This was the product of having no other kids in the house, and perhaps some sort of chemical imbalance, the jury's still out on that one.

I've never been able to completely focus on the practical, though motherhood brought it all into focus at times. I'm simply too busy with visions of places and colors and conversations in my daydreams.

"You're such a weirdo."

I know! I think I'm done trying to pretend I'm some sort of productive adult. I love my kids. Though they may not always have socks on, or be able to boast of achievements for the PTA or my cooking- they know I adore them.

I have a great husband who's supportive of my never ending flighty tendencies.

I'm 31. I'm ready to tell the world I write, I paint, I draw and I love it all.

And I'm ready for criticism. (takes deep breath) I think.

I have a cruel inner critic. My art work is held under scrutiny at every stage, and my crippling fear of being lame sometimes prevents me from finishing anything at all.

As far as my writing, my inner critic is clueless. I'm fairly sure my writing sucks (for lack of a better word). I love my stories, and I can't stop thinking through the minds and eyes of my characters (who have become part of my brain for life). I have to keep writing, but I'm ready to (gulp) show people.

So, thats what this is. A loose dumping of my writing.

"Why would I want to read that?"

Alright, I'm not sure who let you in here. The answer is, I don't really care who reads it. But if you want to make a comment, do so because you think you can help me, or because you think I'm on to something cool. Don't be a jerk for jerks-sake.

Ok? So, here we go. You've been warned.