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| writer's insomnia |
| Written by Mary Beth |
| Saturday, October 17, 2009 |
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Hello!? Is it meeeeee you're looking foooooor? Wow. I am having the hardest writing this post. Well, any post for that matter. I've had a serious case of writer's block (or as my Greek God so aptly called it: Writer's Insomnia). I don't even know what to write. Not that there is a lack of things to write about. On the contrary . . . too much to write about. I kind of have that feeling of when one wants to scrapbook but gets overwhelmed by all of the pictures that need to be organized and then trying to decide which ones should get put in an album first. What does your Creative Memories dealer-who-can-set-you-up-when-you-need-a-fix consultant tell you to do? Start with the present and then move backwards. That's what I need to do. I need to dust off my blahg home furniture and start serving up the Nilla wafers. Ahhh, writing can be so therapeutic. Just writing that paragraph helped some of the writer's block to go away. Some of it. Don't go doing back flips thinking I'm actually going to be keeping up this thing. I can't even keep my house clean in the real world much less keep the dust from accumulating on this blahg. I so much wanted to write way back after "Tex" was born (I'll probably start calling him Frodo Gandolf on here . . . if you don't understand, just ask Jill) but life was really really hard. And, besides writer's block, sigh . . . I just didn't want anyone thinking that what I was going through was because I had too many kids. Our society, including the Christian one sometimes, unfortunately, sees children as a burden to be avoided. Especially when society sees parents going through very hard seasons. My wretched season had nothing to do with my precious children (our family would be so lacking without each and every one of them). It was in no way their fault. The problem was me. All me. And what my hormones do to me after having a baby. While we're talking about why I haven't posted anything in a long ol' honkin' time . . . I also struggle with, "why?" Why should I keep a blahg? What difference does it make? It seems so trivial to me to share my journal. I love to read other people's blogs that I am challenged and encouraged by. I want a blahg like that. I feel like a brand new blahger. What's my meaning in the blog world? What's my purpose? Kind of like how every.single.year I go through "First Year Homeschooler Syndrome" (I made that up myself but I'm sure I could google that and it will be famous . . . so don't and let me just think I am creative . . . sort of). Each year I freak out wondering how in the world I am going to homeschool. I feel totally inadequate. I dreaded becoming a parent because I didn't want to deal with homework. Um, ok, hi! I HOMESCHOOL now! And we just keep going. It's been one of the best thing for our family thus far. Don't know about next year . . . (it's still the beginning of this new homeschool year, hence the lack of confidence). Sigh. I need sleep. Desparately. So I'm going to sign off for now. I may not even proof read this. Scandalous, I know. Oh, and one more thing. Today is the 20th anniversary of the big ol' honkin' honkin' 1989 earthquake. Huh? 20 years ago? Nah. It was only a few years ago, right? I'm starting to understand old people now. - it's blahg! MB |
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