I’m Anita. If you believe everything you read in yearbooks, like the one I’m seen signing in this picture, this eighth-grade version of me is sweet, sweet, sweet, nice, pretty, a great friend, a good listener, sweet, sweet, and a wonderful singer. If you believe my favorite middle school English teacher Mrs. King, I’m also a good writer.
In the high school and college years to come, Mrs. King’s opinion was shared by other English and writing teachers. I wrote. I wrote to please my teachers. I wrote because I was asked to for a grade. My focus, however, was music. I was a singer. This was my identity, my obsession, and my future. It’s perplexing that it never occurred to me to combine these two pleasures until I was in my mid-twenties. No one had asked me to, and I’m a bit of a rule-follower. I thought song-writing was for, well, I didn’t know who wrote songs . . . radio fairies maybe.
When I moved to the Nashville area in 2005, I did it for the music. I called myself a song-writer by then, but not without wincing. I was going through a “major life change”. This is what I used to tell people until I realized that everyone knew this was code for divorce, or “D-I-V-O-R-C-E” as one of my friends used to say in a whisper. This was the year my life really began. I fell in love with Tennessee that year, and I fell in love with the best song-writer I’ve ever known.
I’ve been a private voice and piano teacher for, perhaps, too long because you know what they say about those who teach. (Nothing but a misconception that I’ve allowed, over time, to become true.) This is why I began this blog. I’m here, cyberly speaking, to do.
I’m probably not as sweet as the girl in the above picture. I’m definitely not as thin, and I haven’t tucked in my shirt since 1996. I hope I’m a better writer. Maybe you’ll learn a thing or two from this site, but please don’t take offense when I say I don’t care. I do care that you enjoy it. But I have a feeling I’ll be doing most of the learning this time, and maybe even proving Mrs. King right.