I cannot tell you how many times I have thought about writing this
post, started to write this post, stopped writing this post, came back
to write this post and stopped again... I just haven't known what to say
-- "hey, I'm sorry I've been gone so long" or "long time, no write."
Too trite. I've done this before. I know me all too well.
It's
not that I don't enjoy blogging. Quite the contrary actually. It just
scares me a little. The kind of blogging I want to engage in anyway. You
see, I like to write. Which in and of itself is not the problem. The
problem is that I like to write what I know strictly and unadorned. I
suppose I could write fiction, but every time I do, my overly
deprecating self tells me it's a little too far-fetched. This is not to
say those who write fiction aren't writing what they know; they're just
more imaginative with the telling of it. I don't have that knack. Or if I
do, it is dulled from disuse.
The point is, the things I
know these days don't lend themselves to easy writing. They're heavy and
somber and generally lacking in that ubiquitous escapism feel of
lifestyle blogs. And so I've stayed away.
I thought
about apologizing for not having much "sugar and spice and all things
nice," but I'm not really sorry about it. I'm not a generally morose
sort. At least I don't think so. But at this time in my life, melancholy
has a certain draw on me. I mostly hate that I'm largely gloomy these
days, but if I'm being completely honest I should be a tad devastated
without it too. We've been together for so long.
I think
it's supposed to be romantic, you know, the whole tortured,
long-suffering artist thing. Mostly, though, I feel like a huge cliche
for it. But at the same time I don't want to reduce my very real
anxieties just to escape being branded typical. You see my dilemma.
I went back and read this
post I wrote a while back when this blog was just past newly minted. I think I needed the reminder. Here's the thing (and this is more for my benefit, so pray you don't take offense):
this is my space. I carved it out consciously. I cannot get hung up on
keeping up appearances. All that does is stay my hand, my mind from
creating, because if it isn't there, I won't fabricate it. The good, the
terrible, and everything in between gets represented here. If you're
still following, that's great -- I cannot adequately express how much
that means -- and if not, I'm sorry to see you go but I grow tired of
editing myself just to please unknowns.
I've been typing and retyping this manifesto-of-sorts for several hours now, playing
this song aggressively during that whole time, and playing virtual Sudoku intermittently throughout. I should get some sleep. Thanks for reading!