if i have a bat in the cave, at least you can't see it

writing for me is and always has been an outlet.  i'm a bit shy in my own ways and i'm not much of a spotlight kinda girl.  but when you write it's like you get to talk to a room full of people without them staring at you while you do it.  you can say what you're really feeling without the sweaty armpits and the wondering if you have a bat in the cave that the front row is watching flap back and forth. in 5th grade my teacher mr. keairnes wrote in the margins of all my short stories, poems, book reports... telling how much he loved my "writing".  when i recently ran into him a few weeks ago he said "ya know melody, i always thought you'd grow up to be a writer".  i couldn't help but feel like i'd let him down a little bit, and i couldn't help but agree with him.

so that brings me to today.  my little sister katie said she'd been blogging and that it was a neat way to share herself to... who knows who... that she was finding it felt good to document various thoughts, feelings, small and seemingly insignificant happenings of every day life.  my older sister is a gifted writer, as in, she has things published and has been paid to write stuff for legit magazines and publications.  so it's no surprise that every time i read her blog i feel like my mouth is hanging open in awe of the combinations of words her mind puts together... little intimidating to think about when generating a blog of my own. nonetheless, here i am. I won't feel bad if your mouth doesn't hang open when you read, unless maybe it means you've fallen asleep and now there's a little puddle of drool about to spill out and over your lip cuz, well that's just gross. go to bed.