Wednesday, April 2, 2014
I've missed it.
It's interesting how the energy to write -- or not to write -- ebbs and flows. It definitely ebbed in relation to this blog in November, and a couple of weeks ago it started to flow again. I felt strongly drawn back here, like an inevitable calling. And then voila: I find that it's time for the A to Z Challenge again.
One reason I love blogging is that it so accurately reflects life. As a blogger, I get to share everything I feel comfortable with about my own journey -- from the joys to the messiness along the way. Readers get to see it all. In some ways, it feels more intriguing than fiction. When there's a willingness on both sides to genuinely engage, it seems to me that the shorter, more personal and very real nature of a blog allows for a rather unique kind of connection.
Not that there are always readers. I find myself talking to you, the reader, but not being attached to whether there's anyone there to receive the words. That, I suppose, is what writing for the love of it feels like.
Speaking of messiness, I was proud of myself for writing 26 blog posts last year in the spirit of the A to Z Challenge. Granted, it took seven months, but it got done. I didn't make it through NaNoWriMo as I had hoped, either. I did write more for a book than I ever have, making it to about 15,000 words. The goal was 50,000. Perhaps the successful effort in this year's April blogging challenge will carry over and provide a boost for November to finish the novel-writing challenge.
That's my intention. We'll see how it actually plays out in this trippy adventure we're all on.