In 2009, when I started this blog, I wrote 158 posts. In 2013, this post will make 21.
Back in May, I wrote about the incredible experience of reading at Raleigh's first Listen to Your Mother and promised myself I would start writing more regularly again.
Back then, I thought I would have more time to write starting this fall -- with both of my children in school now, I would finally have a morning or two when I wasn't in the office or chasing little people and I'd be able to focus on writing again. Except it seems that every week there are doctor's appointments and grocery lists and volunteer projects and office work that spills over and a messy house that doesn't self-clean -- and suddenly those two free mornings are spent.
Then Friday, the incredible Anne Lamott posted this on her Facebook page. Specifically, she wrote:
You're pursuing a creative call of some sort, now? You're not pretending that you are going to get back to writing, singing, dance, as soon as this or that happens--i.e. as soon as you graduate or retire, or your youngest leaves home? You're doing it NOW, badly, herky-jerkily, as a debt of honor? That is the bigger meaning of it all: creation.So here I am, doing it now. Badly, maybe, but starting again. Maybe I can get to 25 before the year's end.
And you? You know who you are... Thanks for being here with me. Now I have to go and write some more. Hope to see you soon.
Photo: That's me with the top down, not just a gratuitous shot up my nose. Stopped, not driving, so it's totally safe.