Birth

Giving birth is not an easy task. There’s a reason it’s termed labor. Labor of any sort is work. However, you’ve mulled over the decision to go through with the idea of having and raising a child. Nine months go by and you have no choice but to see it through. There’s no turning back. You sweat. You might even regret (during the intense pain, of course!). And then afterward, you forget.

Getting to this point with a blog is much the same way. I’ve mulled it over now for months. I’ve thought that I should try it. I’ve sweat through the idea of it, and though I have no intentions whatsoever of regretting it, I’m sure in time, I’ll forget what all the fuss was about in the first place.

I’ve just written my first novel. It’s still sitting on my desk and I need that push to send it out the door and into the hands of some people who can say yes or no to it. I just completed an MFA in Creative Writing, and I’ve never read and written as intensely as I have over the last year and a half.

But here I sit, writing my first little entry blog, and I have to admit, it doesn’t feel like the pain of birth at all. It feels more like the pleasure of it, similar to seeing that baby swaddled in his blanket, ready to come into your arms. It’s here. And I’m happy for it.