Still Here
< div>Picking myself up, dusting myself off, giving it
another try…
realize I am not exactly doing the same thing everyone else does. I can’t
casually toss off a paragraph on my views daily, nor do I think it would be
anything I want to write. But my perfectionism is such that once I’ve gone a
week or two or a month without an entry it’s really hard to find my way back to
writing again.
Actually, our lives have
been a little busy since October. The sale of the house in Austin has allowed
us to do some things that had been neglected on this house. We’re learning
lessons in home ownership and maintenance the painful way, it seems, but trying
to deal with problems before they become Problems. And somehow (ok, I know how)
I’ve been busy gestating again. Which is exciting and also exhausting, and
sometimes the reality of it strikes me and it seems like our family is going to
be really, really large. We’ve travelled a little bit and been sick a little
bit, and celebrated two more birthdays. And except for two weeks which left me
frighteningly close to crazy I have been writing my morning pages every day.
Which may be one reason I cannot blog daily — my hypergraphia has an adequate
outlet, thank you very much.
Anyhow,
it’s startling to me that anybody reads this at all, and at this point it seems
likely everyone has given up, but just in case there’s somebody out there like
me, with this folder of bookmarks to friends’ pages I check regularly even after
two years with no updates, well, I appreciate your fidelity and in a world with
way too much to read (the stack on my bedside table never has gotten smaller, so
finally for safety’s sake we had to buy another bookcase for the bedroom) I’ll
try to write, every once in a while, something worth reading.
