the last blog post today, I promise

I used to be addicted to writing. I've wanted to be a writer ever since the reading circle in Mrs. Taylor's first grade class. I wanted to go to college to study creative writing, and at 17 I was looking for colleges that would teach me to write. Then I heard the voice. THE VOICE, which told me "...not to study writing until you have something to write about...get a job, go where people live, when it's time to write, you'll do fine...."

I wound up in nursing school and have never regretted it for very long! I write chart notes every day that I work, for each person that I talk to. It used to be 3-4 patients per day, now it's 10-15. And, I've learned to dictate; writing by fingers seems strange and time consuming.

In those early adult years, the clinical writing was tempered by seven years of letters to a therapist, and another five years of letters to a therapist qua writing coach. Then the silent death of writing. Maybe now the rising phoenix.

Well, I started this blog post to brag on myself for changing blogger templates and fixing the CSS stylesheet so that it displays the title of my blog correctly at long last.

I started this blog to help me return to my dissertation work after a yearlong absence of writing due to extreme pain/numbness. I titled it triggXR after XR & XL trend in naming pharmaceuticals.

I was reaching for trigg Extended Release with the intention of pushing endurance. That's what I needed at the time. Endurance. Come to think of it, I've been reading for endurance for a long long time.

And, I've used the word qua today.