Inspiration comes in shouts and whispers, carried on currents that swirl through the magnificent oaks, nobly gnarled walnuts and impudent scrub cedars of my beloved Kentucky hills. Writing is my sanity and my madness. How is it that something can be so cathartic, so freeing, yet bind me in knots?
I’m here because blogging gives me that bizarre combination of pleasure and terror that I mentioned before. I have chosen to live alone in the middle of nowhere, so there’s definitely a social component. It’s a way to connect with some truly brilliant, funny, quirky people who inspire me. That’s the crux of why I blog – while certainly not one of the truly brilliant, I’m occasionally funny and definitely quirky. I hope that someone somewhere will be inspired by one of my posts; whether it’s to snort and roll their eyes, or burst into laughter, or just consider what they’ve read and gain a bit of a new perspective.
So…who am I? A cross between Dorothy Parker and Granny Clampett. A well educated hillbilly, in other words. Not quite as cynical Ms. Parker, but every bit as feisty as Ms.Clampett. One of my favorite cousins sent me a tee shirt for Christmas that declares “All I care about is my farm and my animals. Oh…and like maybe 3 people.” That pretty much says it all.