So I realize that I have failed miserably in my promise to be more constant in my blogging during these weeks of blessed reprieve from scheduled, graded schooling. For that, I apologize. However much I've been avoiding it for untold weeks though, it's time for us to level kids.
My relationship with blogging has been a strange one. When this first started nearly two years ago on a night much like tonight, the chief reason for my writing was for expressive purposes. At any given moment I have at least two or three good rants stewing in my head, and this blog was a great medium in which I could give these rants substance and allow them to be viewed and enjoyed by others. As time went on, school and life got in the way, and it was difficult at times to find topics of suitable levity that I could use here. I suppose we've broken that one a few times, but for the most part seriousness and gravity have not been drawing points in this neighborhood.
Then came the great surge of Fall 2010——I know, it was a good time for all of us. Topics fell from the proverbial tree like plump, over-ripened fruit and I like to think that fun was had by all. It wasn't until I sat down about a month ago and really tried to write something again that I realized it's all different now. As it turns out, though I didn't recognize it at the time, I was writing for someone.
That someone has since moved on to greener pastures, and for some reason it seems that the creative spark has gone with them. Thankfully, I have good friends who aren't afraid to act as lighter fluid, so here's to recapturing the magic...
"Well, you know, Henry Miller said the best way to get over a woman is to turn her into literature..."
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