In the spring of 2010, I took an art class at Everett Community College. In that class I learned about a whole lot of different art techniques including: drawing in graphite and charcoal drawing with pen and ink drawing with color pencils painting with ink and brushes painting with watercolors And I fell in love with watercolor painting. Previously, my efforts at watercolor were ugly at best, but this class showed me different techniques, different paints and brushes, and different papers (Yupo paper is really cool!). And I decided to do my final project as a watercolor painting of the NGPA in our backyard. But our instructor had us do more than just draw something or paint a picture for our final project. She wanted us to write a proposal for the project, and include in it what the purpose and intentions were for the project. Now I could have said something like: “My intention is to create a painting for my final project.” But that would have been weak and somewhat pointless. Then I was looking at my blog, and getting frustrated again that I was using a blog template rather than my own design. And it hit me!…

I have been writing professionally since 1993, but I haven’t spent a lot of time writing for myself. So this space is where I’m allowing myself to write about what interests me. If it interests you as well, well, I’m glad. But if it doesn’t, frankly, I don’t care. Here is the boring info about me: I write about HTML and Web design at About.com I’ve written two books that my mother has read (or at least looked at) but you probably haven’t I’ve worked as a manager, Web designer, Web producer, Webmaster, Web writer, and Tech Support Rep I’ve also herded monkeys and cats, cleaned up after toddlers and library patrons, taught English, translated Uzbek, and bitten baby sheep – all for some sort of remuneration If I could I would spend my days doing three things: playing with my son, reading Science Fiction, and riding my horse If I ruled the world, mean people would be executed, but sarcastic people would be rewarded – as long as it wasn’t mean sarcasm. Rambler, Jennifer, and Jaryth