I moved. I changed jobs. I was ill… good God was I ill. I was also lazy, uninspired when I wasn’t lazy, my laptop is infected with malware, my desktop’s video card blew up and while I have a replacement (thanks, E and C) I have no idea how to replace it (yes, yes, I know Mandi)…. So very many excuses, but what was most disturbing perhaps is that I lost interest.
If someone were to ask me what my greatest ambition in life is, I would answer, “To be a writer.” I am beyond blessed to have had many, many people tell me I already am. Perhaps I don’t define myself as a writer because I have yet to sit down and start writing my novel. I have no idea what my novel is supposed to be about, and one would think I’d embrace blogging, especially considering one of my absolute favorite authors Jen Lancaster was originally discovered through her blog, Jennsylvania. But no, even that wasn’t enough to keep me interested in my own blog.
I had several people, both through Facebook and in person, ask when I was going to start blogging again. “Soon,” I’d assure them, and once or twice, that was even my intention. Yet something would come up or I’d realize that beyond one or two stories, I didn’t have much inspiration to work off of to make it worth my time (at least, that’s what I told myself).
The vicious cycle of not writing continued.
Then, around October of last year (2014), a funny thing started to happen. As I previously mentioned, I was very ill last year, which I’ll get into more at a later date. Being as ill as I was, most of my weekends were spent in bed, and growing bored of Netflix, I turned to the ol’ Net to occupy myself. The more occupied I was by the ‘Net, the more inspiration I was finding to write about. Given that October was 6 months ago, let’s just say I’m a slow starter.
It wasn’t until February though that I began getting mad. Yes, mad. The angrier I got, the more my writing voice began to wake up. Suddenly, my Evernote account was filled not only with grocery lists and menu plans, but half-written rants regarding the subjects I was becoming angry about.
Well, my friends… I’m here to warn you. I’ve got plenty of posts nowadays. Yet you should also beware that my voice is getting louder about things near and dear to me. I’m a bit more skeptical, a bit more weary. So while I haven’t completely lost my sense of humor, and there’s a good dating post or two in the works, keep that in mind.
To misquote Bette Davis from “All About Eve”… “Fasten your seatbelts; it’s going to be a bumpy road.”
No, seriously. It’s a misquote. The original line was, “Fasten your seatbelts, it’s going to be a bumpy night.”