They were my first words on this blog, “I just love blogs and read way too many of them.” I loved them so much, and I loved writing so much, that I wanted to have my own. I still love blogs, and writing more than ever, but I don’t want to have a blog any more.
Why? Because I worry about my kids’ privacy, and their feelings. Because, if I’m honest, unless a blog is 100% anonymous, it is almost a waste of time for me. The minute one person whose opinion I value in real life starts to read, I start to censor myself. I care too much about others’ opinions of me, its just how it is. So between worrying about offending someone close to me, and writing sanitized-for-your-protection-drivel, it has become so much more time-consuming than it is worth to me.
I seem to have only so many words a day in me, and I have a fun new way I want to use them: I want to write a book. I have a plot and I have characters and I have my creative spark back and I am ready to get serious about giving my ideas some life. I want to turn all of my writing attention to that. I hope you will wish me luck and that you’ll be my first readers if/when it gets published. I hope you’ll still be glad to see me when I continue to visit and comment on your blogs, which I plan to do.
One other bit of writing I want to do: I have started notebooks that say, “Dear Lili” and “Dear Matt.” I plan to write lots of (private) letters to my kids as a journal and a chronical of all their adventures and my adventure being their mama. I just had a marvelous time with them this weekend, and it should make a great first entry.
To all my friends in the computer, you have my heart. Play nice. Take advice from my dog, Hazel: Wag more, bark less. Be happy. Good-bye, farewell. Amen.