In just days from now, my blog will be two years old. It will emerge from infancy into blogging toddlerhood, as far as time goes. It occurred to me that the readers who trickled in when my blog was born two years ago might be very different from the readers I have now. And you all, who so graciously follow and read and support my heart that I put here for you to absorb, might not really know why I am here. Maybe it’s time to reintroduce myself as I go into year three.
I’m Melanie and I’m a writer. I’ve been so since I was six years old and a voracious reader. I would devour a chapter book in a day. And just like I loved reading, I developed a love for writing. One of my first “works” was a true story about the parents of a friend who were divorcing. It was the first I’d ever heard of such a thing, so it made an impression on me. I entitled it “D-i-v-o-r-c-e-d” because I figured it was a word you spelled in a whisper and not one you spoke aloud.