I’ve been reading some Anne Lamott. If you haven’t read any of her books, you really need to. She is just fantastic. Her prose jumps right off the page and paints the most beautiful images for the mind and the stories she tells make me laugh and give me shivers and make me want to take the time to write my own.
I used to love writing, back in the olden days when I was an angst-ridden teen, wallowing in her basement bedroom, pining for the affections of the uninterested. I would pour my soul out into my journal, chronicling the tedious teenaged drama, the huge emotions surging through my fresh, raw, little heart and the dreams I harboured in the same.
Then I got married and stopped writing. It felt odd to keep a journal when I had a husband to pour my thoughts and ideas out to. And he was great, of course. He listened, he cared, he was my living, breathing notebook. But after a few years, I missed the act of writing, the way it captured moments to let you live them again when you stumbled on embarrassing entries from years gone by. This was right around the time I discovered blogging and I jumped in headfirst. I wrote, and I wrote and I wrote. I wrote almost every day. And I found my voice again, and became more confident in my ability to create with words and it was just what I needed, especially as I found myself at home with three babies biting my ankles (and my nipples).
Then blogging changed for me. It changed for everyone. It became a little less about sharing thoughts and stories and more about image and self-promotion and product placement and I found myself shrinking back from the online world and trying to focus more on real life, especially as I started a new career and the daily demands of juggling life with three kids, a husband who has two jobs, yada, yada, busy, busy…. left little time for blogging. That being said, I found myself missing making the time to write again.
They say you do what you love. You make time for the things that matter most to you.
I have been picking up my camera more, and that is often a starting point for me in the creative process: taking a photograph, sharing it and writing some words to frame it.
I don’t know where I’m going with this, writing about writing. I do want to write more and get better and keep on finding my words and pressing them to paper before they evaporate.
Anyways, thanks for reading, whoever’s out there. It means a lot to know you’re still here, checking in every now and again.