it's been a few months of not-blogging, of this self-imposed hiatus.
a few months that have dragged their feet, plodding towards...
towards what? that is the question i meant to ask myself all summer: will i blog again? what will i blog about? what do i want from this little corner of the blogosphere? do i have a niche? do i WANT a niche?
and the nagging whisper, the question that wants to be asked, but not too loudly, "am i more than spt?"
in looking forward, i invariably looked back (and i know, i KNOW that breaks all the rules!) i re-read things i'd written two years ago. two months ago. i smiled at photos i'd forgotten to look at in a while. i wrapped myself in the warmth of your comments, stumbled upon misplaced dreams and journeys.
i soaked up words that i had written. and i remembered. i remembered that i started this blog because i am a writer.
i was sort of hoping that i would have had more of an epiphany. i was waiting for the "a-ha moment." (it hasn't come.) at some point, i might have even thought this post would be the glorious unveiling of a new & improved blog, complete with bells and whistles and widgets galore. well, this is not that post. and if you came here looking for that, i am sorry.
i don't think the vibe will change much around here, after all. i feel like blogging, and i am excited for what is yet to be written!
[i have some ideas for spt, as well, and i hope you will be ready to join me again on that journey.]