To make a long story longer.
One year ago I convinced myself to start a blog. A domain name and a dream was all I could muster—it was as far as my courage would let me go. In the 11 months since, I have found reason after reason against putting my words on a public facing medium—after all, I’m not a writer. You see, twenty-two years ago, I acquired a degree in journalism, but never practiced it because another dream was born.
Jenny Castle has a knack to make a long story longer—spin a story to put a smile on your face. These are the tales of an extraordinarily ordinary life of a dreamer, a feeler, and sometimes make believer. In a little over one month I, Jenny Castle, will turn 45, and age has finally pushed this “late bloomer” into believing that I AM A WRITER—and this is my page.
When the western sky takes on the ombré hues of pastel purple, pink and blue, and after I have tended my plants, I watch a nature show from my backyard.
The bats come out at dusk, their natural timing impeccable. As night’s arrival varies throughout the year, so does the start of this beautiful production. No need to set a calendar alert—this show plays every day. In the dimming light of sunset, keep your eyes to the sky for the bat signal. Da na na na na…