Call me a late bloomer. I started writing poetry way back in high school (that was the 70s). Some was pretty good, but most wasn't. Because working was more important, I didn't really hone my skills for writing, though in the 80s and 90s I was much better at keeping journals. In the late 90s I picked up poetry again, some of which I'm very proud of; others are far to cheesy. In time, I will post those poems.
In the early part of this century, I started writing short stories. I wasn't looking to get published; I just enjoyed writing things. I had a decent job at the time and was starting a new life with a new man and things were good.
When we relocated for my husband's career, I struggled to find work. A small sparsely populated county didn't help matters. I also discovered that winters in Pennsylvania could be beyond treacherous and the thought of driving to Pittsburgh (better than 40 minutes from where we lived) terrified me.
Dave had been working for Penn State for about two years and that's when I decided I would go to school. I was pushing 50, but I finally got my chance to do the one thing I've always wanted to do.
While at Penn State (the Beaver County campus), I majored in communication with a strong lean toward journalism. Since it was a very small campus, English was not something I could finish so I took one of the five or six majors offered that could be completed there.
I loved it. I was rather good at it. I wrote for the campus paper, took a course in creative writing, wrote many an essay and research papers; most of which I got an A for. A lot of which I was very proud of, especially some of my news articles and editorial/opinion pieces. I may post some of those here as well.
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