Over the last year and half, I have been frantically whining about creating a structure blog. Entries that will catch the eye and eventually an editor, publishing house etc etc etc. Of course that can never really happen. I am a minnow in the vast universal sea of the internet. No one of importance will read this and like it. It is in general a cry-fest of my life not going the way I want. Think Bridget Jones with a kid, no British accent and no men in her life constantly gaining weight. Are you ready to shave your head? Out of all my blog accounts, I think I have treated this one the worst b/c wordpress makes everything look so important. I just knew if I could write awe inspired words, this site would change my world. I couldn’t post an enrty. I have about two saved drafts, I wanted them to be perfect and I couldn’t finish them. I completely punk’d out. It made me anxious and doubt that I could write anything at all.
I wrote on every blog site I will return with a purpose for each blog. That hasn’t happened. Life happened. So here I am making no promises. Just writing about my non-existing blog life. This will be posted.
The title of this piece is the Return of the Writer. It is very optimistic, but it is how I feel. This is a free write, meaning the words come and I just type them. This is not structured and I don’t really care. I just wanted to put something out there on this site.