Putting on my shoes is the last thing I do before heading out the door on a new adventure.  An adventure can be anything as mundane as going for groceries or something grand like a summer holiday.  Shoeing my feet however, precedes them all.  It’s like a ritual blessing: ‘may my list be in my pocket, not a thing forgotten, amen’ and out the door I go with a confident stride.

Today, I’m putting on my shoes to begin a new adventure in writing.  This blog, for the next seven months or so, will chronicle how I engage the writing life.  The goal is not to write about writing as such, but to reflect on a writing practicum project as it unfolds until April.  I’ve gathered a few friends to journey with in the form of a writing guild, a place for encouragement and gentle critique, which I hope will be good soil in which I can grow and bear fruit.

So I’ve slipped my shoes on and I’m heading out the door — I think my list is in my pocket.  Regardless, I’m hoping my own agenda won’t entirely guide what might happen.  The best adventures have surprises.