As the worm turns

Originally, I started to blog because the Last Amazon wanted me to do it. I had never even heard the word "blog", let alone knew what one was until my daughter introduced me. She was curious not only about the opinions I hold, but how I came to think the way I do. So we made a pack. I would blog about anything that interested me and for her part; she would read it and email her thoughts or criticism of whatever I chose to comment on.

Hence, my introduction to blogging was just another form of dialogue between mother and daughter. In time, the dialogue was expanded to include other people’s sons and daughters, parents and grandparents. I have met some wonderful people and many of your emails have touched me deeply - while others have just met the delete key.

My mother has always told me that I should write books. I have always answered I would as soon as I had a story to tell. I finally found a story to tell last January and I have been busy writing on and off. It's been a bit of a hard slog writing the book and keeping up the blog. I find that I am only able to write when I am alone and being the mother of many means, I have very limited opportunities to be alone to write. For example, I was trying to finish a chapter after the boys got up last Monday. While I was busy writing in a final push to finish the chapter, my oldest son broke the toilet seat. His account is still a little vague and I can't quite picture in my mind how he managed to break it while he was bathing in the tub. I am chalking it up to one of those inexplicable male things.

The Last Amazon has advised me that she no longer can keep up her side of the bargain, and frankly, no one else engages me as much as she does. If she isn’t reading, I really don’t have much desire or motivation to keep blogging. So this is good-bye and farewell for now.