I'm back!

Well, I'm back.  If some of you were able to read my last post about my sister being sick (before I deleted it), then you will undoubtedly know that we've all been pretty busy, and yes, I slacked off on my blog--sorry!

Since this blog started out with me mentioning the deletion of one of my posts, I'd like to expand on why we delete things we put so much of ourselves into. 

For me, personally, deleting is a common thing.  Since I don't really understand the whole "online posting" end of deleting, I'm not sure if my words actually go away once I hit the delete button.  (If the post about my sister's cancer is still out there, can someone let me know?)

Getting back on point.  Ever since I was a kid, I have destroyed things I've written.  In one of my college classes, a piece that I had written about my being mugged was read by the professor to the class (it was the only one she shared).  Even though she didn't tell anyone who had written it,  I remember my face burning (with embarrassment?  fear?) as I watched everyone listening--really listening--to my words.  When it was over, everyone looked around at each other, trying to figure out who wrote it.
 
She gave it back to me at the end of the class, and when I got home, I burned it in the fireplace.   I've been nuts for a long, long time. 

I guess I need to write about things close to me for some sort of theraputic reason, but I always feel embarrassed later--hence, the deletions...

I'm much more confident with my fictional stuff, though.  I'm finding that it doesn't matter what I write about, banging on the keyboard makes me feel better.  So, I'll try to keep my really personal stuff out, and my huge imagination and opinions in.