So, my husband has been bugging me to write something.
…and I don’t know what to say.
Last year was the most challenging, most grown-up year of my life, and in the process of Getting Through, I think I kind of lost my voice. I was too busy for reflection some days; simply too tired on others. Plus, you lose your appetite for self-promotion once you watch your sister rebuild your mother’s life with a patchwork of government services and assistance.
Also, I was wheedled — sort of — into joining Facebook. It’s OK, as far as that goes, but I’m starting to get bored with it. I like knowing about my friends’ lives, but not when the knowledge comes in two-sentence chunks that often focus on the mundane (my own posts there not excepted). There's no real reflection, even lousy reflection.
An iPod has taking away from my during-commute reading. Facebook is taking away from my writing. And I think my attention span is starting to suffer. My writing certainly is. So, getting back to the blog is starting to appeal.
So, maybe, yes, I am here.
