In some ways, I feel like I’ve lost my blogging muse. Much of my writing in the past has been based on reactions to occurrences in my daily life, many of which dealt with my children. But as other mother writers know, as the kids grow up, we tend to shy away from recounting some of those circumstances. Either the stories aren’t ours to tell, or, we’re afraid of divulging information that probably shouldn’t be shared.
While I once used to rush to the computer and couldn’t wait to get my fingers to the keyboard, hoping that my hands could keep up with whatever my brain was telling it, now, I sometimes sit here, thinking that I should say something, but somehow, I have nothing to say.
It’s as if I’ve applied the brakes to my blogging.
I refuse to be worried about this fact and will try to see it from another perspective. Maybe in the past I used those daily writings as a way to hone my craft and become a better writer. Maybe I’ve done some growing as a writer and my brain knows that. Maybe I don’t need to depend on blogging to help me write something satisfactory. All those maybes are what I’m going to concentrate on. And one more: Maybe I just need to write and share my fiction pieces, which are all rooted in some truth anyway.
Who knows what this year will bring. I’m looking forward to finding out.