I’m really missing my blog lately. I like talking. I like playing with words on paper. Inventing fanciful concoctions or just sitting back and saying what I think.
The trouble is, I had started this blog with the idea of writing about writing. A subject on which I am far from an expert. And although writing is becoming more and more a part of my life, I just don’t have much to say about it as a topic right now.
I don’t want to talk too much about the current book, as I like keeping a few secrets and surprises under wraps. And I’m not really experienced enough to sit back into the place of giving advice to other writers. You know, except through my own basic trial, error, frustration, triumph and annoyance with myself and my craft.
But I want to write. Moreover, writing is great practice for … guess what … writing. Writing anything is helpful, whether it’s creative, factual, analytical – I’m not sure the grocery list helps, but you get the idea. Every word I put on paper helps to make my next words better.
So the question is not “to write or not to write”. The question is what to write about.
And here I will apologize to my readers (if indeed, I actually have readers). I’m going to start writing about my life. Whatever’s going on – good, bad and ugly. What I think, how I feel, the state of my house and possibly what I had for dinner last night may all become topics of exploration.
I’ve never done this before, although I’ve thought about it many times, because I don’t feel like my life is all that exciting. After all, we can’t all be movie stars. So why would you care that I blew off my to-do list yesterday to watch HGTV. Or that I lost 1.4 pounds last week despite eating pizza. (I’m crediting my Zumba class.)
Maybe you won’t. Maybe this will go nowhere, but right now all I know is I need to write, and all I have is what’s really going on with me right now.
And maybe you’ll relate to some of the things that are going on inside me, and you’ll feel a little bit less alone – something that I am constantly trying to achieve. Either way, I need to do this right now. I have things inside me that I’m needing to explore, and the only way I know to do that is through words on paper. And here’s the real thing: I think I’m finally ready to be (almost) no holds barred. You will really get to know me here. So, if that’s something that appeals to you, stick around.
It’s (potentially) about to get interesting.