Writing

I first thought about writing while living in Ventura, California, with Mom, Dad and Steve.

I was in my bedroom, thinking about my boyfriend and wanting to share some of my feelings with him.  I felt like I had to hide some of my deepest feelings.  I imagined myself as a cookie jar filled with all kinds of goodies.   Some good, some negative.  I wrote a little poem about it.  That's where I got the title to my blog.

In English 101, at BYU, my teacher encouraged me to write, saying it was a gift.  I decided to take a creative writing class at the college in Ventura,  I liked it so much that I took it over again.

I wrote a few poems and a couple of short stories.

Years later, when I was using mental health, one the ladies working with me, JoAnne encouraged me to write.  Every time I wrote a poem, I took it over to show her.  She found a poetry class through the Granite School District Adult Education and helped me sign up.

The class was wonderful.  Utah's Poet Laureate and the writer of the book of the year were in that class.

I've been writing for years.  I have published two poems and a story.  I've been trying to write a book, but I seem to write the same things over again, I am trying to get it just right.

I spend most of my time writing and I have become prolific.

Tear Drops

Drops of water
Dripping from my eyes
Rolling down my cheeks
Salty on my lips.

They could be cleaning drops
Washing away my blemishes
Leaving me bright, smooth and
Fresh

Purple Noses

If I painted my nose purple
Would people notice me?
Would the think of me as different?
Would they speculate about my  motives?
and wonder if I'm dangerous.
People fear what they don't understand,
Like why a person would
Paint their nose purple.