Please welcome Elaine Alguire, a transplanted Texan currently living the Cajun dream in Southern Louisiana. She’s wife to one brilliant man and mom to three blondies. She chronicles their life and times at The Miss Elaine-ous Life with her words and photographs and is embarking onto the scene as a lifestyle photographer for local friends and families. When not “shooting” pics, running (in every sense of the word), or attempting to clean house, she occasionally hangs out on “the” Twitter and her Facebook page. And she is MOST excited to room with Erin again at BlogHer ’12 in August!
When I was in the 9th grade my “best friend forever” and I had one of those spiral notebooks in which we wrote back and forth to each other and would hand it off during passing periods. I remember well the day it fell into the wrong hands – those of the best friend of a boy my friend liked. He was a total numbskull. Plus, he had a crush on me. Some sort of love rhombus we had going on…Anyway, I think there were some not-so-nice things about him in there.
What? I was 14. We all were.
I cannot remember all the angst-y drama that was written all over those pages nor do I want to.
I do remember my love for writing on each crisp, new page and I did include a few of my poems for my friend to read.
In high school I was ALL about writing poetry. It used to just flow from my fingers. There are times when I wonder what happened to that yearning. I surely do not have it these days.
I have always written in journals, or kept one is some way. Now my blog is my journal, so it’s interesting that others can read it. The fact that it is out there for all to see is not always a good thing though; there are certain things I leave out just for that reason.
When I was pregnant with my first son I typed out a weekly update on my progress and what vegetable or fruit the web was comparing him to size-wise, as well as how I felt (about every little thing). I cried like a lost child when it disappeared due to the death of a computer processor at home. That was before my days of blogging and I wish so hard that I could have those words back, in the same order. Just to remember.
There was a time when I really loved to write essays about the latest novel we just finished in school or about a certain historical period we’d studied in class. I enjoyed finding meaning in the author’s words or the things that took place in the past. Symbolism and history repeating itself have always been two of my favorite things.
I’ve written short stories before that never seemed to have quite the right ending. I’ve written about my grandparents and parents so I can pass these words on to my own children.
I have boxes of letters from friends and cousins, back when we used to write to each other. I’ve read theirs over again only to try and recall what mine said in return. Did they save them like I did? Or have my words been sent to some bin, never to be seen again? I wonder.
All this to say the joy in writing has been there for me for a long time, in many forms. These days it can be even in something as simple as taking a Sharpie to a napkin and scribbling “I <3 You” for my son to discover in his lunch. Words just mean SO much to me.
At this point in my life, my blog fills the needs as spiral notebook, journal, short stories (oh so many stories) letters and essays. And maybe soon I will add poetry to the mix again too…
We shall see.