I realize, the time that has lapsed is file-a-missing-persons-report worthy, but I've been raught with packing, moving, cleaning, unpacking, being Internet-less, stalking UPS for wireless routers, somehow managing to MacGuyver my Internet and running away to Michigan for a break somewhere in the middle. Whew - it's exhausting just remembering it.
But now as the air turns colder and the days shorter, I can turn my attention back to this blog and writing anywhere I can. It eats at me every day. But ever since my 27th birthday its teeth have sunk into me further after a verbal ass-kicking from my friends who are tired of me not going full throttle after what I want. And what I want is to be a writer, and have wanted to for as long as I can remember. And while I've made noteworthy efforts, I'm just not as there as I need to be. A fear that my livelihood will be spent talking about writing a book over cocktails instead of actually doing it.
As I imagine an actress sobs over a just-won Oscar and exclaims "I've wanted this ever since I was a little girl." I know that feeling, I've just never faked an acceptance speech to a hair brush.
So - it's back into the saddle! Hope this pony is ready to ride.
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