texteditI am sitting on the plane, going through blogging withdrawal at the moment. So to satisfy my addiction, I decide to pull out my laptop and open TextEdit. While listening to "The Trail" I look up at the airplane TV screens and think, what should I write about.

I then think back to how funny it is that I am writing this and thousands may read it. I write, and people read what I write. I am not a professional writer - far from it (thank goodness for blogging, where it is okay to use poor grammar), but yet people read what I have to say on a daily basis. Not just my friends and family but professionals.

I then drift further back towards my Junior year in high school. Dr. Masters, a small lady who taught us drama. I enjoyed the class, but after taking it, I thought to myself, no way will I ever become a writer. I used to write, in fact, I expressed my thoughts much better on a laptop then I could using my mouth. But I was never an "English student," I always much preferred the business side of things.

As I look back, how did I get here? I blogger, sudo-writer, with a readership? Never in a million years would I have thought...

One day, I'll have to write how I actually started writing at SEW and now SEL. Maybe a history of the progression there.