I may have been what you would consider an "over sharer" on social media. Outside of bowel movements, my naked image and what I ate for lunch, there was no unturned literary stone of what I would post. In real life I am mostly quiet. In my written life, however, my world is as loud as a volcanic eruption of random thoughts and ideas. I posted my writing, mostly, for my own enjoyment.
Last summer a friend encouraged me to "blog". Painfully reluctant to do so at first, I decided to take a chance five minutes later. Ironically, people read the words I wrote. Words, when I use them correctly, help me organize the magnificent rainbow of crayons that roll around in my mind.
When I completed the blog I had an 81,700 word memoir manuscript. More importantly, I had found a new passion: writing.