My stuffed animals heard a lot of stories when I was a little girl. A pen and paper was no option for a tiny blind writer, and a Perkins Brailler was too bulky to be carried everywhere.
All of the drafting, character sketching, writing, and revising occurred inside my head.
For better or worse, very likely for the better, the audience for those early imaginings was limited to my Grandma, and my stuffed animals. I made up the stories, and just told them to whoever would listen. The “writing” was like dreaming then, but so vivid!
As I grew older, I liked to be outdoors when I was dreamwriting. In the springtime, I spent hours on my Mam-Maw’s porch swing, surrounded by the scent of hyacinths and lulled by the sound of birdsong. Stories took shape against that peaceful backdrop, and although I technically had no way of writing them down, those are still my sweetest writing memories.
Time passed and technology eclipsed my imagining. I possess ways to write that fit in my pocket! Now I write indoors, and publish instantly if I so desire. But I named this blog for the time and place when my writer’s voice was formed, on a porch swing, with spring and youth blossoming, and the possibility of magic in every dawn and evening.
Welcome, to Porch Swing Writing!
Love this! I can’t believe I never heard the story of the porch swing over all the years I’ve known you!
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A lot of times, an idea or memory will stay around for a long time
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I love, love, love the story behind your blog’s name. It couldn’t be more perfect! I’m looking forward to reading all your posts! 🙂
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Thank you so much! I guess “Porch Swing Writing” is a lot better than “Birds in Stereo” which was my first idea for the blog name. 🙂
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Wonderful story of your start. Keep the stories coming….I love reading them!
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ThaThank you!n
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It really is a tremendous title and glad there’s a good story to go along with it.
Funny you mention the Perkins Brailler not really being portable…I had to carry one with me to a lot of debate tournaments when I was in High School because that’s just how things had to be done in the mid to late ’90s.
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I carried mine everywhere in school, because I grew up in the 80’s. LOL, no internet there at all. But by not portable, I meant that it wasn’t something you could carry as easily as a pen and paper.
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