Looking back at my blog over the past couple of months, I see nothing but sporadic re-blogs. I’ve barely posted at all, but that isn’t because I don’t have anything to say. It’s because I have so much to write about, I can hardly get my thoughts in order.
Do I talk about the election this past November and the upcoming change in presidency? Right now, the thought of politics fills me with a combination of anger, hopelessness, and dread.
Do I talk about the past month and constant stream of guests and activity that accompanies the winter holidays? How about a 2016 summation or a Happy 2017 post? No. I’m ready to put 2016 behind me and a Happy New Year post 7 days into the new year seems sort of stale.
Do I talk about my own writing and its lack of progression? No. My reasons for not writing are the same as they’ve always been. I’ll get back to it eventually.
Between family, work, world events, and some recent amazing books I’ve read or edited, I have a lot I could talk about. As I writer, I should want to pour my heart out on my blog. It seems strange to me that I’ve avoided what I love doing for so long. Maybe this post will open the floodgates and I’ll delve into editing The Coven or penning some poetry soon.
To all my writer friends out there, I hope you’re doing well. Are you working on any new projects, or are you taking a break? I’d love to hear your thoughts and comments.