It’s been five months since I’ve posted on the blog.
What the heck? Can I even call myself a writer anymore?
(Spoiler Alert: I can call myself whatever I want, thank you very much.)
To answer the question posed in the title of this post…
No…I don’t write anymore…but I will.
I’d like to say that I took the last five months off and did some amazing things. Maybe I did some traveling, maybe I helped some people in need, maybe I discovered the meaning of life.
Or maybe I sat around my house and caught up on some Real Housewives of Here, There, and Everywhere.
Let’s go with the latter and not pass judgement.
I didn’t write. I didn’t edit. I didn’t feed that part of me that wants things that some say are out of reach. There’s no real reason behind it other than fatigue and laziness.
Well, I’m back.
I couldn’t keep ignoring that annoying voice in the back of my head who would say: You should be working on the blog; You should be editing your manuscript; You should stop ignoring me.
Breaks are all fine and good as long as they’re temporary.
You can’t ignore a calling; you can’t turn your back on a commitment you made to yourself.
So, I’m back.
I’m writing. I’m focusing. I’m wanting.
Shall we get back on that horse again?