I want to read and learn all I can, write thoughtfully and truthfully, live according to reason and ever more mature wisdom, and savor every wonderful little gift of life.
Well, I need to declare a blogging hiatus again. My inner muse/ creative spirit that is the boss* of my writing is currently not wanting to blog.
*(that is, boss of what I’m writing; my inner parent/commitment to self-care is, ideally, the boss of whether I’m writing at any given time)
In other words, I’ve been hankering after other writing projects more than after blogging lately. I’ve been feeling kind of breathless about blogging, like: “Hang on, world! Slow down so I can figure out what I’m going to write next and then write it!” That means I need a break.
I’m sure my drive for blogging will return, as it always has so far and as my writing projects generally always do.
And I’ll probably be lurking, as I have been lately, reading your blogs and probably commenting too when I can—because unlike some other times, this time I’m not over-saturated with input (clamping my hands over my ears and whimpering, “Everyone please stop talking so I can think!”) but rather feeling squeezed on my output.
But I just bought two new composition notebooks (I love back-to-school season!)—you know, the black-and-white marble-painted kind with bound pages—and I’m absurdly excited to write stories, poems, and song lyrics in one and a novel in the other. I’m also still working on the memoir (typing up my old journal entries); that project may also be part of why I’m wanting to take my writing offline and inward for a while.
So that’s where I’ll be until the muse changes the wind.
“To learn to write is to learn to have ideas.” – Robert Frost