What's It Like Productions

Day One of blogging. Figuring out a name could have taken me days with second-guessing and trying to get the perfect name. In fact, I've put off doing a blog for quite a while because I couldn't come up with a creative enough name. Finally, I decided to pick a name and go with it because really, the point is writing, right?

However, I've always liked the concept of "what's it like" because it seems as if that's always been a driving force for me -- I've always wondered what's it like to be this or that; for example, what's it like to be a nurse or a teacher, two of my earliest career aspirations that I eventually discarded because (a) blood makes me nauseous and (b) becoming a teacher was what my parents thought I should do so that was out early on, thanks to my rebellious nature.

For as long as I can remember, I've felt the curiosity of wanting to know what's it like -- what's it like for other people to be who and what they are -- what's it like, what's it like, what's it like. I drove my parents crazy by always asking questions -- they were not the communicative type, to put it kindly.

So I turned to writing at a young age to express my feelings. Word got around school that I could turn out a pretty fair unrequited love poem of the "oh why doesn't he love me, I am so blue" genre that I eventually was asked to ghost-write poems for my friends that they would later pass in class to teenage boys who could give a **** about love -- they only wanted to get laid.

Even so, my poems were popular, plus I received some admiration for my work.  Thus began my writing career. And now, after years and years of writing for a living, writing about everything from heat pumps to health insurance to hot tea, I've decided to come back to finding out again what's it like -- what's it like for me, a 59-year-old woman to be living and feeling and doing.  Thanks for coming along on the journey.