a writer inside me?

I've had two different people recently - i.e. this week - comment to me about my writing abilities, or at the very least, my story telling abilities.

On Monday night, I saw my shrink for my bi-weekly visit.  I had a lot to say.  It's been a hell of a time lately, what with my sister's wedding and the various dramas and chaos that surrounded that, plus a whole of other bullshit inflicted upon me in part due to my own personal stupidity.  I was full-on verbal ramblings for the first 45 minutes of my session - we had a brief actual conversation for the last 5 so, while cathartic, the session was not particularly productive in terms of me getting any sort of direction on how to fumble through this thing that my life has somehow become.

On my way out, he said to me "A - you should write a blog.  You need to tell these stories.  Not only will it allow you to get them out, but the way you tell them is funny.  I know the actual crap you have to deal with isn't funny on the surface, but the way you tell me about it is hysterical.  You'd have thousands of readers."

I was totally flattered and told him I DO have a blog but, alas, at this time, some of those stories have to remain in my (private, locked down) journaal.  Wrong audience here.

Of course, I am tempted to create an anonymous blog, just to test his theory!!!

In a totally unrelated situation, I had written a sort of "story" for a friend at work today.  It's really just my way of releasing stress about a co-worker who drives us crazy.  I try to make these stories mysterious and vague enough that, if anyone else were to see it, they'd have to at least think hard to figure out who I was talking about, but also funny or tongue-in-cheek.

I was on a roll this afternoon.  I was tired (AM tired) and overworked and at my wit's end, so there I went.  Totally unsolicited, after "publishing" a teaser on my latest story (I write them slowly, over a period of days, and provide my readers with "installments"), my one reader told me I was a great writer.  WHAT?
Wait - WHAT?

I'm a math nerd.
I'm a former programmer.
I do things that are logical well - that's why I quilt and knit - math.

Writing is purely creative.  And this compliment came from one of the most creative people I know.  It was genuine.

And I'm still fucking floored by it.  I wonder - but it's inspired me (OBVIOUSLY) to get back to my blogging more regularly.  Now let's see - like my trip to the gym FINALLY this week - if I can keep this up.