I realize I have been blogging a long time. Many of us have, and many of us have let our blogs go, so to speak. Not posting frequently, or at all. Many of us have turned to Social Media I think, instead. But its not the same as actually writing a blog post. Chronicling the day, the week, our life.
I used to read a blog called Old Grey Poet almost every day, John Bailey wrote daily, his blog turned into Journal of a Writing Man and now I see he hasn’t updated for 2 years. I am hoping he is still with us, he is still living in England. I love the simplicity of his daily routine, his stories of Graham fixing up yet another house. Does anyone know of him and if he is still with us?
Sometimes I look back on my blog to remember what happened, sort out details, hoping I can find them in my words. Most times I can’t.
I am realizing I have not written a post since Taos, and that is pretty sad. I went to a writing retreat to get energized to write, but I am finding no energy where I am here in my place in time. Its work, and stress, and lack of motivation that stems from all of that. I almost feel like in order to write I have to remove myself from the day-to-day and escape.
Today is hot, hoping the last day of what has been one of the hottest weeks this summer. I melt in the heat, and have been hiding out in the air conditioning, lazy even inside. It was a long week last week, a Council meeting that ended at 10:30 making for a 15+ hour day at work. The weather is supposed to cool this week into the 80’s. Maybe this will be the end of the heat.
Daisy turned 10 on the 9th, and in a couple weeks another summer will have ended. I need to keep my story going.