It’s been a long time since I’ve used this space as an outlet, as a place to communicate. I almost let my squarespace wts account lapse, a kind of passive abandonment of the my long-dormant therapeutic writing space. But I’m not quite ready to let this space wither into an unoccupied domain name.
Finding time to write, to think in solitude, is harder now than when I first started the blog. Turns out being home with a teenager, another adult, and a host of other mammals while the adults have to work and teen hangs around (in a charming manner — we’re lucky duckies right now, really, which is a strange thing to say given the larger horrors of the pandemic and the state of things in the U.S.) — well, it takes up more time and space than parenting a toddler. And I’m not the tortured soul I once was. My internal writhing is at a minimum.
Still—I need to write. Sometimes about my work, which is tricky. I’m going to try an experiment. Once or twice a week, I’ll check in here. I know there aren’t many people reading at this point, so perhaps it will be like the early days of writing to survive. These won’t be polished, anguished posts. Just things I can fit into the spaces of a day. Likely short. Perhaps dull. Or not. We’ll see.