|Here's a picture of our Christmas tree, just in |
case you're interested.
It's been a few months. The last post that I wrote outlined how we moved out books into our new apartment. Then I just sort of dropped off the map. There's a few reasons for that.
Let's talk about the most obvious, the move. At first we were so consumed with setting up home in our first-time apartment. Although I had more time, because I'm living closer to school, I had much more on my plate. It's not like I didn't do my fair share of cooking and housework when I lived at home, but it became different when it was my own place. Suddenly there was a different type of ownership involved. I wanted to make sure my apartment was clean, and I wanted to cook well-balanced meals. And all of the sudden I had complete control over how I did those things. I could put the spices wherever I wanted, I could vacuum my floor and know that no one else would come along and mess it up in the next fifteen minutes. Keeping house was
I'm sure you know what happens once you get out of a habit, and that's what happened with me. I used to post, fairly religiously, once a week, but then I missed a week, two weeks, a month. Suddenly it didn't seem as important as it used to.
There was the usual business of school, but that's never stopped me before. What was different about school this semester was that I'm taking a Creative Poetry Writing course. Being a part of this course helped kick-start some of my creative energy again; it validated me as a creative writer.
I knew I wanted to make good on my creative writing identity. I was surrounded by people who were accomplishing creative things, and I wondered why I wasn't doing that too. Then I began thinking about my creative writing, taking my project more seriously, and it started to fill my spare "creative time." I wanted to finish the project that I've been picking at for years now.
Along with some of my writer friends, we formed a writing circle, and writing became real again. Not just some silly pastime that was a teenage phase. But I was a feeling creatively frustrated. Too many things that I didn't care about where filling my time, preventing me from writing. Often these things where self-inflicted (*cough* excessive Youtube *cough*). I realized that if I wanted to jump into writing again, some things had to be put on hold.
What solidified my blogging absence was a deadline of sorts. I was talking about my project with a professor of mine, and she offered to read it over her sabbatical next semester. So that means that the draft needs to be done by the end of December. I'm about half-way through.
At some point over the last few months, I made the conscious decision to put blogging on hold to pursue my own creative writing project. It's not forever, I hope. I still love the community of blogging, but I just have to take a break.
Thank you for all your kind thoughts and concerns about my absence. I wish you all a very Merry Christmas.
Reading: Unless by Carol Shields
Listening: Cleopatra, The Lumineers Album
Watching: Gilmore Girls: A Year in the Life