Yet another face...

It occurs to me that writing was something I used to enjoy and never seem to do anymore. One of my students this year started a short story as part of an assignment I gave at the beginning of the year. He then became so involved in it, that he kept the manuscript in his desk (about the ONLY item he could produce from that particular abyss, at any given moment) and worked on it whenever he had the chance. By the end of the year, he had written approximately 30 pages, and was sure that he had the next great American novel.

There was a time I had that same sort of passion. In fact, when I went into teaching, my mom begged me to pursue writing instead. Alot less headaches, she claimed. Having braved my first year (and what a year it was!) I tend to agree, but writing is only a pastime for me.

So, having just recently married, moved into "our" first home, preparing to go into my second year of teaching, and anticipating a rather mobile lifestyle over the next few years, now seems as good a time as any to join the ranks of bloggers out there. Even if only for my own entertainment.

~mtb