October 13, 2014

On the Edge of an Idea

There’s a page in one of my mom’s decorating books that I love. It’s about ideas, about how they form and change and become. “I feel my most alive on the edge of an idea,” writes Barbara Barry, author of Around Beauty.

Surely, Barbara’s ideas are unlike mine. She’s a renowned interior designer; I’m a writer slash real estate broker. But page forty-two is a page that I can get behind.

My best ideas usually come to me in the morning, after a bowl of oatmeal and before a second cup of coffee. I’ll sit on the couch in my pajamas, thinking. And then, all of the sudden, I snap: grab laptop, start typing, focus for hours. The only thing that stirs me is my stomach growling — it’s lunchtime.

Just like Barbara Barry, this is when I feel my most alive.

The idea for this blog came to me on a sticky Saturday in August. It’s become a bit of an annual thing, really — I prefer a clean digital slate for each new chapter of my life. But this space will be different from my past blogs. I intend to write bits and pieces, sporadically, whenever I feel like plugging away at the computer. I’ll share a few personal stories, professional updates, miniature essays, maybe some photos, I don’t know.

I do know, though, that I miss writing. I miss it a lot. And so here I am, on the edge of an idea for a new blog.

I hope you like it.