I hope ya’ll haven’t abandoned a G. I promise, I haven’t abandoned ya’ll. Although it sure looks that way, doesn’t it?
Being a writer who bases work on personal experience means that when your life gets quiet, you’ll find yourself picking at emotional scabs for the sake of material. I did a lot of that for the #30in30 challenge and all of the poking and prodding into my emotions left me a little raw and quite drained.
More than that, I was repeating myself too much. I would go back and read posts about my life choices and wonder: “Who are you trying to convince, SBG? Yourself or your readers? Why are you convincing anyone at all?”
I was in my head all the time, giving the same list of reasons why I am who I am and do what I do, when I stopped and wondered why the hell I felt the need to convince myself.
“Is this the life you want?”
“And you’re sure about that?”
“Well shut the fuck up and go live it already.”
For the time being, I’m tired of talking about myself. And am not particularly interested in anything outside of myself to the point that I want to write about it. So things will be a little light here for the time being.
This blog ain’t been around for five years for nothing.