Welcome to the microcosm of the global blogosphere where I exist…or at least my inner monologue does.
Hey folks! It’s me…Amy Lou! If you’re reading this, odds are you know me. If you don’t know me, I’ve probably lured you here via my resume in an attempt to showcase my writing skills, sense of humor and tech savvy (i.e. I want you to hire me).
I write because I’m a writer. I write prolifically. I write often. This blog is only a tiny representation of my body of work. I may not be formally trained. I may not always share everything I write. There may not even be any rhyme or reason to my thoughts. I write because I can. I write because it’s fun. I write because I love the creative process. I write because some things are just too gut-bustingly funny to keep to myself. Above all, I write because it brings me joy.
I’m told it also brings joy to others.
For those of you who have not been following my writing since the early days of SharpCheese.com, you are unfamiliar with the rather preposterous yet supremely real anecdote disclosing its history. That is, of course, the story of how I lost my original blog in a fire:
It’s 2005. Think back everyone. Where were you? I’ll tell you where I was. I was sitting at my computer damn near crying because my blog (and it’s entire contents) have just been lost in a server crash. A few months later, the aforementioned server perished in a building fire. As a result, I lost a total of more than 18 months worth of writing. Discouraged and disenchanted (and a bit disgusted for not having learned my lesson the first time), I threw in the proverbial towel and discontinued The Cheese.
Cut to a few months ago. It’s 2009. The mourning period has long since passed. Someone (who shall remain nameless merely because I can’t remember who it was) reminded me how much fun they used to have reading The Cheese at work. “What a nice distraction. It used to break up the monotony of my workday.” I then realized…that’s what it was for me too! Taking a few minutes each day to post about what ridiculous situation had just occurred in my life (because inevitably they do, such moments are like flies and I am the flypaper) always made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Don’t worry folks. I now have a back-up.
Love to love to love ya! Happy reading everyone!
ps. I realize that gut-bustingly is a made-up word. I do that sometimes. How else do words like “jiggy” end up in the dictionary?