In fact, that is how I see my life–like I’m living a comic strip. The little things that happen that are funny, witty, or have value on some level, those are the things that I try to remember so that I can capture the moments on paper.
I had never thought of myself as a writer. In fact, my love of writing began just a few years ago. It was influenced by two things. First, I realized that my husband has a horrible memory when it comes to the kinds of everyday details that I find memorable. I literally almost died after my first daughter was born, and it occurred to me that if I should die, my kids would have absolutely nothing to remember me by. So I started writing things down, mostly things about the children, in a scrap book.
Second, I had what seemed to me to be an unbelievably crazy travel experience. When it was all over I laughed and laughed about it. One day I thought, “I have got to write this all down. It’s just too good to let myself forget the details.” After I had written it, I showed it to my husband and asked him if he minded if I sent it to our friends. He had no objections to my sharing it, though he didn’t know why anyone would be interested in my silly little story. I emailed it to everyone on my list, and it was ever so much fun to read the responses–to know that others laughed and could relate. Many, in turn, wrote me stories of things that had happened to them. The next time something happened to me, I immediately wrote it down and sent it out. I was hooked!
By the way, after my husband saw how much people enjoyed my writing, he has been very encouraging, even being a good sport when I write about him. Though I had to laugh recently when I got my very first unsubscription to my blog…my husband! He was tired of deleting all those emails!