About Hannah Farrer
If you are a dreamer, come in If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer… If you’re a pretender, come sit by the fire For we have some flax-golden tales to spin. Come in! Come in!-Shel Silverstein
Why am I Writing This?
There are a lot of different reasons to write. I think I want to write to save my sanity. I find myself lost in thought extremely often. I seem to always have a running dialouge that usually ends in me wondering, “What was that all about?” I think it might be helpful and fun for me to actually write these things down and get them out of my head.
Another important factor in my wanting to write, is that I really, really want to write a book. I think that has been a “bucket list” item for me for a long time. I always put it off as something that I’ll never be able to do and, to be honest, it seems so far out there that I’m actually really embarassed to tell people that’s what I would like to do. However, things changed for me in 2016. I had to say goodbye to one of my dearest friends, my grandpa. As I reflected upon his life and the incredible impact he left not only on me but on all those he came in contact with, I realized, in my eyes, what his legacy truly is. Passion
You see, he was railroader. A hard-core railroader. I would say he was proud of it, but I honestly don’t think he cared if anyone thought it was cool or interesting. He loved reading about trains, riding on trains, photographing trains, building model trains, and writing about trains. It was nothing to him to travel to see a different train, or to hike through weeds or rough terrain to get the perfect shot - even when dragging us grandkids around and teaching us how to use our cameras to photograph trains. It was his passion and nothing could keep him from it. Not only did he want to enjoy it, but he shared it with anyone he could so they could see the joy in it too. I admire that.
He truly taught me so much and I feel that I owe it to him to follow my dreams, even if they seem somewhat unattainable right now. That’s why I’m here. Writing. Poorly, but writing just the same. I fully expect to hear criticisms, like “don’t quit your day job.” To that I say, “Ha!” because I’m a homemaker and it’s glorious and allows me time to write all kinds of content. So unfortunately for the critics, the writing will continue whether it’s decent or not, because this is my passion and nothing is going to keep me from it.