I have a confession to make. I bombed on the 2012 Blogathon. Instead of blogging every day in May, I missed six days here and there. I’m not happy about it. But I have a couple of really good excuses, with which I won’t bore you. But here’s the thing, I finally realized that I can’t keep it up at this point, even though blogging every day since the April A to Z Challenge shifted something in me and my writing. Compelled to ‘snap to’ faster, I became more confident. I stopped agonizing over every word. I was forced to throw my “babies” out there all spindly-legged and wet behind the ears. I couldn’t call them back.
But now I must return to that final edit of my memoir, Loveyoubye, I was working on before my April challenge. It has been waiting for me, while I built this new writing muscle, poking me in the ribs every time I sat in my writing chair. Every time I did return to my memoir for a short session here and there, I felt the change in my writing. I’m no longer concerned that I might bore with all those details about what really happened. And for some inexplicable reason, I’m also finding that I’m able to dig deeper into my memory for those bygone days. Go figure. Thank you those dear readers who accompanied me on my daily commute. I will continue to blog, just not every day.