Just kidding, please don’t send in a ‘Nam vet with unresolved PTSD.
A couple of people noticed that some links and comments went…missing. I thought I would address the question a couple of people had and say categorically “NO, we’re not having issues.” Let me explain.
Someone related to someone related to me found my blog, and liked it. Liked it so much they’re paying me real money to write some related articles for a local news magazine. That’s cool. Not so cool, is that full disclosure required talking the development over with my parents. Which led to my mother visiting my little slice of the interwebs.
While I’m not at all ashamed of what I’ve written, it did prompt a couple of things, including a quick whitewash of links and comments that someone didn’t want readily visible while my mom was clicking around…because people should have the right to write a personal blog without their in-laws showing up and taking a peek…
All comments and links are back up, I don’t expect to have any more visitors anytime soon.
I will admit it had a bit of a chilling affect on my own writing. It’s one thing to split open your soul and spill it gently onto other people’s screens over the internet, it’s something else to know that the screen where it’s showing up next is your mother’s.
As I said, I don’t expect any more visitors for a while, so I hope to get back into the swing of things and start posting regularly again. I’ve got about a dozen drafts in the works, so hopefully I have enough material to get deep into November. Which is good, because I’ll be participating in NANOWRIMO again this year…you can follow that over on Serial Storyteller if you want to watch me train wreck in week two again. How’s that for positive thinking?
Alright, I’ve started writing this post three times, so this one MUST be the charm.
I haven’t felt like this in a long time and I guess I wasn’t expecting the depression to hit quite so hard. Sarah, my eight-year-old daughter, has gotten on a plane and flown back to her mother. She was here for her spring break, and I was lucky that it coincided with my birthday on the 14th.
We took her to the airport Friday and she completely and utterly didn’t want to go back. I understand, we have chickens and goats and horses and 20 acres of woods to explore and a giant house to ramble about in; but, never the less, we took her up to PDX and I sat in the gate as she walked to the plane and then waved once more through her tears before climbing the stairway and disappearing for another long span of months.
Now, I find myself in that dangerous place, the place where I have trouble balancing the world “as it is” with the world “as I wish it could be.” Right now, it would be very easy for the dragon to grab me by the throat again and squeeze me for all I’m worth once more.
Which brings me full circle back to writing and blogging and whatever. There was a time when I wrote things that I was proud of having written. I have not felt that way about something I’ve blogged in a long time. At one point I felt that anonymity was the key; that by being behind a veil of self-defense, I had the freedom to say things in a way that wasn’t filtered and ultimately made for better writing. Now, I think that’s just crap. I think that for the last year or so I’ve just been too damn cautious in my writing, and that it has suffered for it (when and if I even bothered to post it). It wasn’t the anonymity that made it better, it was the confidence to just write and let the chips fall where they may. I used to be the kind of person who “did” first and “worried” later (if ever). Now, I calculate everything. I analyze, and measure, and contingency – until I don’t act at all.
More self-reflection PLUS music and lyrics…