
Trina, Echo Mountain, July 2009 (c) CBL
It took me a very long time to join the blogging world. I had been journaling pretty consistently, by hand no less, for over ten years, when I began in Fall of 2008. I am a belly-button gazer extraordinaire. However, as a writer who has published both research-based objective works, as well as very personal essays, I wanted to make sure any public blogging made sense for my professional reputation.
When members of my writing organization, Colorado Authors’ League, met to discuss blogging, we held varying opinions on how personal a professional writer should get in a blog. That night we brainstormed on how to categorize ourselves.
I stewed about that for a couple months, but what I realize now is that I am first and foremost a writer of personal material. I do write about life, so it suits me to blog about my life—even if there are millions of other people who do the very same about their own lives.

Lamberts, 2009, Cabo San Lucas, Mexico
Good personal writing is a gift. When it works, a personal writer can express for us what we can’t seem to express for ourselves. As readers, we find ourselves amazed to discover that somehow somebody else seems to know exactly what we think or can relate to just what we went through.
But personal writing can even go beyond that. I’ve been reading Elizabeth Gilbert’s Eat, Pray, Love out loud to my daughter. When my book club chose to read it one month, within chapters of beginning the book, I knew that my daughter should hear these words that are woven together so well.

Lamberts, 2009, Cabo Pulmo, Mexico
One day after school, as I was reading to her, she caught the emotion in my voice.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
I croaked out, “Nothing—I’m just an empathetic reader.”
I may be an empathetic reader, but it takes a really good writer to pull me in that deep. I’ve never sent e-mail from an Italian Internet café to say goodbye forever to a guy as Liz Gilbert did. However, her words took me to that place and in that moment I might as well have been her.
Gilbert’s belly-button gazing in Eat, Pray, Love certainly touched me. I don’t promise my words have the power hers do, but I know I’m a lot happier for getting them out of my head and into a journal, blog, or some form of print.
And, if perchance my words do reach someone else, then they are no longer just all about me. As David Whyte states in his poem “Loaves and Fishes”: People are hungry, and one good word is bread for a thousand.
Let my words be that bread.
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December 3, 2010 at 8:23 pm
Michele Vrabel
Hi Trina! The last two books I read were Eat, Pray, Love and Committed. Liz Gilbert definitely pulled me into her world. I didn’t want the books to end. Make no mistake about it. . .your words are powerful. I’ll be spending the next few days reading all your blogs.
December 3, 2010 at 9:39 pm
Trina Lambert
Thanks for your kind words! I have enjoyed the blog writing journey over past two years–I had been a journaller for over 10 years, but I find I whine just a little less in a public forum. And I think that’s a very good thing!
April 25, 2012 at 9:27 pm
mare ball
I think I’m a personal writer too. I used to write fiction, but over time, it just became less interesting to me. I wanted to write about real life, even though it’s my life, which many might find less interesting than fiction. 🙂 Anyhoo…glad to find you. You have a new follower.
April 25, 2012 at 10:00 pm
Trina Lambert
Thank you! Yes, I’m glad my life is often less interesting than fiction.