What Are Words For?

Well, to think that I might actually get paid for, and be valued for, the words that I write and the letters that I string together is, well, something so completely unexpected that I’m not sure how to react.   It’s nothing that I planned.  It’s nothing that I set out purposefully to do.  It’s just always been there.  From those first thank you notes and letters to my grandparents to the deepest, most twisted, obtuse, bad poetry that I ever waxed and waned to.   It just is.

I’m so grateful and it motivates me.  Thank you innerwebs…thanks AKAFRANKGREEN.COM…thank you fingertips and that typing teacher in high school.

Thanks Mom and Dad for teaching me that words do indeed matter.