I say this entirely too often, but I’m sorry I haven’t written in a while…

I suppose I’m not much for blogging, or I just don’t care enough about it to make it a priority.

That said, I swear, I’m trying. And I apologize for not being more faithful to this endeavor.

I haven’t written since January, so I’ll blame the pandemic. (It’s not the pandemic’s fault). And I could also blame work (I could honestly have made time to blog if I wanted to). Or, I could just tell you the truth: I changed course on this blog so many times that I’m not even sure what to write about anymore.

But let me be even more transparent than that. The pandemic was bad, yes, and work is busy– that’s also very true. But in all fairness, I survived two years of trauma before the pandemic, got no time to heal from it, and then was thrust into a situation no one could have predicted with a pandemic. Come on, life. That’s just nuts.

To say my focus has been a little (a lot) off is an understatement. Writing a blog with no focus instead of jumping back into my novel-writing, a place where I can escape the expectations of life, just didn’t seem tempting to me. So, while I’d think of this blog occasionally, I found no desire or interest in coming over here to say anything.

Heck, even now, I’m not sure I’m really saying anything.

But I do plan to try – yet again – to dig back into this. If for no other reason than to maintain a consistent writing schedule and to show my students I struggle to write sometimes too, this will be worth it.

So, meh. Here we go. Isn’t this excitement palpable?