The first post is an odd thing. Do I introduce myself, assuming there's someone reading this who cares? Or do I just jump in right in the middle of something? I think I'd like to start by saying something about Chewelah. After all, it is my hometown, and I have hundreds of reasons to love it... and sometimes to hate it as well. I mean, it's great to have people wave at you or stop to say hi in the grocery store, but it's less nice to have them comment on everything in your basket.
"Oohh! Someone likes cheese. I used to love cheese, but I can't eat it any more because..." The rest will be left to the imagination of the reader.
Chewelah truly is a beautiful place though. From my study window now, I can see all the autumn colors and look out across the valley to Quartzite on the far side. And it's quiet and peaceful. Altogether a wonderful place to live for an aspiring novelist, and my job at Flowery Trail Coffeehouse gives me an endless supply of character ideas.
I've spent too long setting up this blog now. It's a lovely, bright autumn day and a walk is in order before ballet class tonight. But first, I'm hungry. Maybe cheese...