A Blog Is Born

I believe an introduction is in order, as this is my first official blog. My name is Acey. I live in Florida. I'm 38 years old. I'm the mother of three, a widow, a writer, and, more often than not, an all around wise ass.

This year, as in most years that have preceeded it, I wrote a three page list of goals in lieu of making New Year's Resolutions. One of those is to begin a blog. I do have decent follow through skills.

I decided it was necessary to begin a blog because of an incessant need to write and the inability to do so. It is so easy to become bogged down in the course of one's life that writing becomes, seemingly, next to impossible. I'm busy with my kids, I work in a restaurant, and there is constant financial turmoil.

A few days ago, CBS News called to conduct a poll. One of the questions they asked me was what I felt my socio-economic status was. Of the five choices, I chose "working class," which really just means working poor. Which would explain why I have absolutely no shame or sense of whoredom for monetizing this page. Please feel free to click the hell out of the ads I intend to add to it.

Poverty makes finding the inspiration to be creative difficult. When one is forever panicked over the water bill, the electric bill, the car payment and it's insurance, the rent, and things like, I don't know, food, finding peace to discover one's muse falls to the bottom of the priorities column.

So, long story short, I've been lodged in one hell of a rut for the past couple of years. Alas, a blog is born.

I will try very hard not to use this page to rant and rave politically. Although, I'm sure I'll fail miserably. I'm like that. And, I happen to be very good at writing rants.

What I would like to do is take those passing thoughts I have and turn them into something meaningful to me. And, maybe a reader or two.

We all go through shit. Some of us go through shit every single day. Trying to make sense of it or give it meaning and purpose might make swallowing the shit just a little easier.

I'll try to have fun with it. I promise. I don't want this to become some sort of "life sucks and then you die" thing. I want it to give me a little taste of the motivation that I've been missing. I want to come to the keyboard excited, enthusiastic, and overflowing with words again. And, perhaps that will translate to the page and give someone else and reason to think and laugh with me.