Words From A Nerd

Once upon a time there was a girl who loved to read. Every waking second she had was devoted to her books. This girl could read and walk at the same time, often got into trouble for reading during class instead of listening to the teacher, and more often than not had no less than 6-7 books checked out from the school library at one time. Reading was pure enjoyment for her, and always the first thing taken away when she was punished. Other kids were forced to read, while this girl hid books in her locker and scrambled to finish schoolwork to read the books that had been forbidden. How many nights did she spend reading in the dark, lighting the pages of books with a cell phone? How many days did she spend her meals with the accompaniment of a book?
She lived half of her life in a fantasy world, surrounded by different characters falling in and out of love, battling dragons, and jumping through portals to different worlds. She fell into the era of Henry VIII and absorbed every detail about his beheaded wives. She ran through Hogwarts with Harry, Ron, and Hermione, and sympathized with lonely and sad teenagers. Occasionally she even fought side by side Artemis and the fairy world as someone, somewhere tried to take over and destroy the world.
This girl was a nerd.

Now that's not to say that she didn't have a life. She had her family, her friends, a job, and schoolwork to stimulate her brain and sociability. But none of that compared to when she curled up with a book and everything else fell away.

Imagine her surprise when as an adult she discovered that the material available was harder to sift through as it went from fantastical creatures and parallel universes to sordid romance novels and chick lit. This poor nerd no longer could pick up just anything and disappear. She had to dig and dive into the shelves to find books with meaning and creativity. Eventually, she gave up, deciding that it wasn't worth the struggle of finding a rare treasure just to have her children disrupt every quiet moment she longed for.

Thus, the blogger was born. Instead of reading what others had to write, this young woman took it upon herself to find a way to create the creativity she longed for; to expand her horizons into life lessons and hard core facts; to find satire in diaper changes and laundry.  It's a hard journey to go from wizards to wipes. But someone has to do it.