My dear blog,
I miss you so. We used to be close, you and I, as I wrote you letters several times a week about everything and nothing, and finding solace in your blank pages.
I lost my way a bit last year. I started to feel overwhelmed. Blogging became a chore rather than the fun it’d always been before. I was juggling too much. A new baby. A new editing job. Overdue deadlines. New projects. Hopes, dreams, aspirations. Heartaches.
I started to see the great, funny, informative posts of other authors and started thinking, I can’t offer that. I’m not witty (if I try to hard it’s painful). I’m not wise in t he ways of writing or publishing, I’m a relative newbie. And when it comes down to it, all I have to offer is my own perception on life, and love, and family, and friendship and the other essential things that make the days pass.
So, I ran away. But dear blog, you’ve been so good with me. So patient. And you’ve provided a safe haven for so long. I miss you. And I’ve decided that I will no longer ignore you. Granted, I may not post as regularly as I’d like to, but at least, I’m no longer afraid of what I have to say.
I am not a NYT bestseller. I don’t make funny, witty v-logs. I don’t have any uber cool talents, other than my fiendish obsession with karaoke. That’ll have to be enough. It’s my blog and I’ll say whatever I please.