More than two years ago, I resolved to blog at least once a month. It had been brought to my attention that engaging with my audience was important and a social media presence would add to my credibility as a writer. Some months the post comes naturally— a new poem I want to share, a new book on the horizon. Other months find me wondering what I should write about. It's especially hard for me to write when I'm starting something new and can't wait to spend the day with characters I am just getting to know, curious as to what I might discover about them. This is one of those months. I've a new project I want to explore but I also came across an unfinished project that I wanted to revisit. And that's where I've been— sitting at my desk with old friends whose goals, I've discovered, have changed since our last sit-down. To me writing is always more about listening than creating and when I'm lost in the world of my characters, it's hard to shake off their dilemmas and craft a blogpost in my own voice. I wonder if other writers feel this way or if it's because I am an introvert by nature and blogging seems so much more revealing— like the difference between acting on stage and giving a speech. Anyway, this month, it's just a quick pondering. I've some old friends that are waiting for me.
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