I March to the Beat of a Different Drummer


“If a man loses pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured, or far away.”-Henry David Thoreau

I prefer not to hitch onto someone else’s star. I want to make my own way. When I was growing up, I always did what I was told. I kept up appearances. Followed the crowd. Er, as far as my family knew, I did.

At the age of 45 I prefer to march to the beat of my own drummer. I bang that drum loudly. On a daily basis. I’m not a typical woman, and I never want to be.

When it comes to this writing thing, I prefer to make my own way. I have no idea about sentence structure, word meaning, or even punctuation. I don’t know what makes a good writer. I want to tell a damn story, and tell it well. So my readers feel it.

I’m going to keep doing just that. With the help of other writers, a thesaurus, an easily broken-heart and a good editor. As I said, I prefer not to hitch my star onto someone else.

Happy Birthday to me, and may the next 45 years be as adventurous as the last 45. God willing, there will be that many more.


Sparkly Girl