Hi! We met a few times back in the first part of 2011. Do you remember me? I’m your writer! I know, shocking. You have a writer. Who apparently thought that this Web space just wrote itself. Oops, my bad. If it makes you feel any better, I used to wonder why my maid didn’t clean my digs until I realized…oh yeah! I’M THE MAID!
I guess you could say I woke up and realized: I miss my blog. And while I know there’s no excuse for me not showing up to the blank page, I feel like I should tell you how I’ve been spending my time: working, running, visiting with family, hanging out with friends, attending writing workshops, and watching really junky reality TV. Oh, and I totally did some laundry in there. And in the middle of all that living, I got focused on setting really high (read: perfect) expectations on my written work. All the writers I know do this to themselves from time to time, so at least I’m in fabulous company, but I’ll just admit to you right now that I got myself all kinds of stressed out over the details: sweating over word count; agonizing over titles; and strategizing approximately how many minutes a day I should devote to writing. Which totally squeezed the joy right out of it. Thus, I became the Emily Dickinson of the blogosphere. She’s still a writer, but no one has seen her in a really, really long time.
Thank goodness I have friends. Because a wise friend listened to me moan and groan about missing writing and how perfect I thought it needed to be and how I wasn’t sure I could devote 59 minutes and thirty seconds on the fourth Tuesday of the full moon…oh yeah, right. So my friend cut me off after about five minutes of this wallowing. And she came up with a brilliant plan: What if I just chose to write imperfectly? No expectations, no stress, just the pure joy of trying to do one of the things I love to do. So I’m taking her advice. I make no promises, dear blog. There will be no word count or writing time goals. I’m leaving all that behind. I’d rather just tell the truth however many words it takes and however long it takes me.
Love,
Your writer


