Without diversity, I would not have the friends I’ve been blessed with. Without diversity, I would not have my son. Without diversity, I would not have my niece. Without diversity, I would not have had an extended family that helped me raise my children. Without diversity, I wouldn’t know how to make tamales—food is very important. I weave the friendships I have into my stories because I don’t know any different. We are a mixture of different worlds that should be celebrated.
I’m going to write. I’m going to write. Should I blog? Should I tweet? Do I let FB suck me in? Or will I look at the pictures of my kids they post on social media? What I should do is send out queries for my finished manuscript and edit the other that’s in progress. That is too frightening. So instead, I start a blog. A random blog that I will post my work, because this way I may get over my fears. And learn how to blog. Maybe I’ll just go feed the dogs. Or sleep. Sleep is always good.
