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This is my writing blog.

It is the second of my blogsites in my old blogging career and my new space dedicated to improving my writing.  You see, writing can get messy, and there is no need to drag my children, husband, or any other family members through this endeavor (I’ll just continue to exploit them on the other blog). 

I first thought of creating My Blue Bungalow over a year ago.  In fact, a year ago I was on a writing rampage-- scribbling out my life, my moods, my favorite words.  

I moved forward on my "manuscript" (yes it's still at the stage where I feel the need to put quotes around it). 

I wrote through a miscarriage and let the words flow equal with my tears. 

I wrote through memories that came up like air bubbles.

I was a writing fool.  

But then other stinky life scenarios kept presenting themselves, sucking my writing juices, draining my bucket, until all that was left was a shallow slop sloshing at the bottom.  By September I had officially declared 2011 the worst year ever (but even then she wasn’t done with me, the bully).

But now it’s over. 

I’m all about new beginnings.  I’ll create them out of any situation. 

Take today for example.  I had an appointment this morning and now it’s over.  The rest of the day is my all mine.  Mine!  New beginning.  What wasn’t mine (I had to share with my appointment) is now, well, mine.  Can I say that enough?  Anywho, a new year is the best new beginning.   2011 is gone.  Thank you for the lessons, I will now turn everything up-side-down (or is it right-side-up?) in 2012. Thanks and goodbye [insert slight kick of the leg and slamming of the door].

Welcome to My Blue Bungalow. 

I actually live in a very blue house.  Blue!  Soooooo blue it may shock your senses (but I adore it).  Now, the structure probably doesn’t fully qualify as a bungalow since “Bungalow” connotes “Beach.” Mine sits among asphalt and desert landscaping (and was once surrounded by palm trees…alas we took them out).  But it is as comfy as a bungalow.

This house and I have history.  We’ve had our fights and I’m sure I’ve declared out loud on far too many occasions that it is my greatest enemy, but I suppose that’s part of the process of making a home (a home that has gone through an enormous transformation.  Enormous).  It has our personality, it has our love and it has its glitches that may be our own fault, but it is cozy and full of laughter.   As the Danes say it’s “hyggelig”.

(Hyggelig.  Store that word in your brain file for later.  It’s a lovely word.  It says a lot in so little, and, perhaps I’ll attempt to define it in a later post.  Having never lived in Denmark, like my husband, I don’t know if it’s even my place to do so….but I digress.)

And so it is with my writing (But perhaps minus the “Hyggelig”…or maybe not).  It needs work.  Big time.  But I love it enough to invite you in.  Sit with me in this pretend house of writing.  Tell me what you think.  I’m constructing and reconstructing and, though the frustration is there, the result is worthwhile.

My Blue Bungalow is a work in progress (ooooooh of which Blue Bungalow do I speak?  Which?!) and so it only fits to give my space of writing the same name (ok, I was talking about the house…but you get it right?  My house and my writing -- Work in progress?  Full of love?  Cozy?  Frustrating?  Full of potential? I’ve beat the dead metaphor.)

Anyway. Welcome.

(I have a hard time ending my pieces.  You see that?  My first blog post of my writing blog and I just couldn’t wing it.)