Well, what have we here? Gorgeous gray skies, peaceful rain, and…a new post? What? What?!
Close those jaws, friends. That way, despite the hum of the computer and the whirr of the fan, you might — if you listen hard enough — actually hear me saying I’m sorry for being such a lame blogger as of late. I know there’s at least one of you who cares. (See Melissa’s all-caps comment on my last post, if you don’t believe me…)(Side note for Melissa: Thanks for the kick in the butt, my friend! It worked.) Sorry, y’all.
So, anyway, those lame days? Are over. I don’t want to be lame. (Who does, right?) I hereby announce my plan to blog on a regular basis again! Blogging is fun and I love all of you sweet blog-friends, so it won’t be too hard.
The hardest part, actually, was figuring out what to say after two meaty posts in a row. It’s kind of hard to let myself switch gears from posts like “Here’s everything you ever wanted to know (and more) about my editing process” and “Here’s my treatise on beta-reading,” and go back to mundane minutiae. Gone are the days where I write about butter knives. (Yes. That day did, indeed, exist. No link for you; if you really want to read it…well…have fun on that little scavenger hunt.) Butter knives aren’t interesting or relevant to much of anything — this blog has totally become more “thoughts on writing” than “thoughts on things.” Back in the early days, I wasn’t sure what it would become, and I’ve got to say: I like being writing-focused.
That said, I need to allow myself to hang out in the deep-ish part of the pool, too. I don’t have to pressure myself to be in diving board territory every single time. (Don’t get me wrong, though: I don’t plan to hang out in three-year-old territory, either.)
So, I was totally going to write a whole post about Patty Griffin — my favorite musician, whose concert we attended last night¹ — and what her music has taught me about writing. This post has morphed into something longer than I planned for, though, so I think I’ll save that for tomorrow or Monday.
Not to get all sappy on you guys, but thank you so much for being faithful blog-friends to me, even though I’ve been…you know…not so very present as of late. You guys rock.
Mr. Cat says hello, by the way. He’s missed you guys, too.²
²As for Mr. Dexter the Kitty, he doesn’t know what’s going on. He’s made a recent habit out of scratching paint chips from the windowsill and scarfing them down like kitty treats. Paint chips + terror kitten = a really spazzed out alarm clock for us on some mornings.