Hi, my name is Carole. Sometimes I’m known as the crone. A crone who lives with a gnome. There’s a story behind that. You can read about it by clicking “The Gnome and Crone at Home” in the Categories sidebar.
The gnome and I live on the side of a mountain in beautiful northwestern North Carolina. We’ve been here for close to forty years. That tells you something about how old we are. And yes, we are both parents and grandparents–proud ones, too, of course. But you’re not likely to find me blogging about that. Well, maybe just a little.
For decades, I worked in the public service sector in the field of workforce development, but I’ve been retired for five or so years. Now, you might indeed find me writing a bit about my retirement experience and what it’s taught me.
There’s something else: when we moved to our mountainside, all we had was a piece of newly acquired land. We camped while we built our forever home with our own four hands (and sometimes the little hands of our children, then six and nine years old). You’re likely to find a few pieces about how that went tucked into this site, too.
So, what am I doing here? Well, I’ve thought about blogging for awhile now. Apparently, even longer than I realized. As I began to set up my blogging account, I discovered I’d done that already, almost six years ago. I guess I got sidetracked by something else. That happens.
Most writers say they write because they can’t help themselves. Not me. Writing has been just as cyclical as other aspects of my life, a fact that was driven home when I came upon aborted tidbits from twenty years ago, then thirty. And when I found some very old copies of Writers’ Digest and a nonsense children’s storybook I’d begun more than forty years ago, I couldn’t ignore the fact that I’ve had writing aspirations off and on for most of my adult life. But, obviously, writing hasn’t been my all-consuming passion. Maybe that’s because I’m more of a potpourri kind of person. If not easily distracted, at least easily attracted to new and different projects.
Without a career to absorb my time and attention these days, I’m back to writing. This time it does kind of feel like I can’t help myself. No novels or short stories, though. Just as I’d rather sing jazzy numbers than listen to them, I’d much rather read fiction than try my hand at writing it. No, my writing tends toward the personal: essays, random thoughts and reflections, a little how-to, some garden lore and recipes, even poetry. Not the kind of thing that’s likely to find its way into a book (though I do have a couple of those under my belt–you can check them out on the sidebar, too). Fellow writers have suggested a blog is the perfect format for what I write. I’m ready to give it a go. Hope you’ll join me.