Roominating Out Loud

I've been holding back a little on the blogs I've been posting, afraid that someone might actually read them that I don't want to.

I didn't realize this until my daughter and I had a conversation about this very thing. After all, writers are very afraid that people will actually read what they've written, especially if it's honest. A really good choir director once told me that when we sing, we should sing out, even if we make mistakes, because then they could be heard and corrected. I find this excellent advice for many tasks, writing included.

Now, I believe a bit of restraint is a good thing, and I'm not about to start vomiting my ugly thoughts all over y'all.

But I was encouraged to blog my little heart out, just a little more, so if you are a reader that's queasy, then, well, by all means, be queasy.

Let me start by saying that I've been hearing a censor in my head who is perhaps, my mother, my children, that guy I went to school with, or forbidding thought, a publisher, *gasp*, and so I'm going cautiously into this new room. If you want to come here with me, I'm humbled. If not, I'm humbled still more.

God is in here, listening. He will lovingly filter my thoughts and words. I have asked Him to.

PS. The censor has already told me I've said too much, way too much. Can you hear her?