I used to write these daily blogs filled with hilarity (really, just sheer brilliance) with pictorial accompaniment and just the right kind of Nick Hornby tongue in cheek catch phrases to keep you on your toes. Okay, well, maybe I am sort of full of shit. But I did used to put time and effort into the thoughts that I publicly shared and I did truly find a decent amount of appropriate illustration to enhance my daily quips. I had actually forgotten that I used to do this until I was giving my daughter this diatribe on my issue with "dudes." In turn, I I felt it necessary to delve into the deep internet compost piles of my mind from over 6 years ago so I could show her the original posting composed of my blinding wit.
Point being, I need to remind myself that I started this life as a writer. It is in my blood. It is what I have always done. Not as a means of financial support. But more, as a way of life. A means to an end. A coping mechanism. And perhaps four thousand more cliches that explain why I feel the need to write at all cost. Write until it is all out. Write it away the way others drink and drug it out of focus.
So, with a year intact here, and the fact that censoring is no longer an issue as we are free to exist without fear of judgmental powers that be asking us to rethink our opinions...I am committing to write every day.
Some days, It may be all tied up in the angst of my teenage girl but at least I can say I have been here before.
Only it was me.
And look how great I turned out goddammit.
Point being, I need to remind myself that I started this life as a writer. It is in my blood. It is what I have always done. Not as a means of financial support. But more, as a way of life. A means to an end. A coping mechanism. And perhaps four thousand more cliches that explain why I feel the need to write at all cost. Write until it is all out. Write it away the way others drink and drug it out of focus.
So, with a year intact here, and the fact that censoring is no longer an issue as we are free to exist without fear of judgmental powers that be asking us to rethink our opinions...I am committing to write every day.
Some days, It may be all tied up in the angst of my teenage girl but at least I can say I have been here before.
Only it was me.
And look how great I turned out goddammit.
bettybruises:
haha good for you. i need to recommit to art and some writing.... 
i seriously miss college when i had time to paint cause it's what i studied! ugh...
i seriously miss college when i had time to paint cause it's what i studied! ugh...
holliday:
Since having kids I've definitely struggled to find "a good time" to write. Seems some times I do and sometimes I don't. I've re-read some years of my blogging and like you, though, man, was I witty or what?! My brain seems more like a wet blanket these days...but I'm committed to coming back here and rubbing those last remaining braincells together and putting SOMETHING out into the universe! I'm glad you're back!! 