I often wonder why I keep this blog. I really do want to post every day like I used to. I really do want to write funny anecdotes about my kids or my husband or life in general, it just always seems like life, itself, is always in the way.
I sit and think about things and then want to write, but then someone always needs a drink, a diaper, a lost toy. Dinner needs to be made or clothes to be washed and with four people living in a 2 bedroom apartment the housework is endless, even if I don’t manage to do it all anyway.
Many times I just sit and think about what it would be like if I could write the way I wanted to. I wrote some of my story out and then the Muses abandoned me once again, the creative flow drying up.
Now I have other stories rolling around in my head, other tales to be told about other people that live in the cobwebbed space between my ears. Again, I have no way to get the words out. I sit at my computer, staring at my screen wondering where to start. Once upon a time…? In a Galaxy far far away…? Just the other day…? Have you heard of this one…?
I feel I must apologize for neglecting this space. It has served it’s original purpose in helping me get the muddle out of my head. It has helped me realize and heal old wounds and given me a place to vent.
Yet, I can’t abandon it yet. I may be wandering, but I am around. If you are lucky you might see me around now and again. Don’t give up on me yet. 🙂