I spent four years doing anything I could possibly think of to avoid myself. And avoid blogging.
(I can't write everyday).
Now where did I get that idea from? It's a ridiculous story I made up for myself. Somehow in the past few months I had willed myself to forget that from October 2013 -January 2014, I had written the entire first draft of a book by doing what?
WRITING EVERYDAY FOR AN HOUR.
For four years I had only been freelance writing a bit here and an article there to fulfill a contractual obligation, receive a paycheck, and push back from the keyboard; however, I wrote an entire book in three months, then left it to die on the side of the road while I pursued anything that didn't require me to sit my ass in front of a computer screen and write. It's not like this is anything new. I have three manuscripts that lie in a heap collecting dust since I abandoned them ten or so years ago.
And then I found this quote:
My definition of blogging, of course, is spilling one's day-to-day life out on a keyboard for the rest of the world to view..... get a glimpse into my crazy world, quite possibly enjoy a laugh, a smile, share a new recipe, or just sit back, relax, and watch tidbits of my quirkiness unfold in front of you.
I have come alive and it feels good to be back! I hope you enjoy this journey with me, or at the least I hope you get insight to another's world, understand that world a little better, and maybe smile with me. God Bless! Namaste!