It's time to start blogging again. I never stopped having a million ideas to write about... but somehow, I persist in not writing them down. Stuck in my head. I am perpetually stuck in my head.
Yes, I'm in the middle of a new play, but I have been for so long now that it hardly seems like an excuse worth making. At first, I theorized I was saving myself for the new play. Put your energies there, I'd say. Finish the first draft, then. Then. When that's done, you can go back to poetry or the YA book, or blogging, or freelance writing... However, the play and I have not been playing well, for whatever reason. It wants to be hand written. It wants hours of my undivided attention in a row. And, on the other side, I want it to be great right away. We are making some unreasonable demands of each other, she and I, and couples counseling may be in order. What kind of shrink we'd both trust, I do not have the time to find.
But I am here--showing up--starting to write something again.
