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Reality Check

When  I decided to start this blog of mine over again for the 100th time, I told myself it would simply be used as a promotional tool. Meaning, it would be a way for me to get my name out there as a writer. It was also supposed to be a way for me to find my target audience. When I restarted this blog I thought I wanted to be a fiction writer.  I have it in my head that I was going to be the next JK Rowling. However, as with many other instances in my life I was completely wrong and my mother is always going to be right.

She has been adamant throughout my life that my story is worth telling. The operative word being my. I didn't want to listen to her because I had convinced myself that I had not done anything that interesting enough in my life that people would want to read about.  Mothers always think their children are special and can accomplish anything they set their mind to. My mother is no different. My mother is my best and and she knows me better than I know myself.

Now, that I am an adult I truly understand why my story is worth telling. My story is worth telling because I am a 26-year-old, highly intelligent young woman who also has spastic cerebral palsy. That is why my mother wanted me to sell my story. She knows that it is important for people to understand things from my perspective. I will never be JK Rowling. However, I just think I am a little like the fictional character of Harry Potter. He was a boy born into a world that never quite understood him. He also had exceptional gifts that nobody ever seems to notice. It wasn't until Harry embraced every aspect of his life magical powers and all, that he actually became the person he was meant to be.

 So, because of my mommy and Harry Potter I have decided that I can't be a fiction writer, nor do I want to be. I need to write nonfiction. I need to write the story of my life because it is worth telling and the truth is often stranger than fiction.  I am going to use this blog to write about the subjects that people are often afraid to talk about. For example, love, sex, divorce, mental illness and other things of that nature. I don't have magical powers. I haven't traveled the world. But my life is worth writing about because I am a young woman who was born into a world that never quite understood her. I have exceptional  gifts and talents that often went unnoticed by everybody except my mother. Perhaps, she should have named me Harriet Patricia instead of Meghan Patricia because then I would be even more like Harry Potter

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  1. Keep writing Meghan! I want to hear what you have to say!
    Uncle Eyeball




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