like a car that hasn't been started in ages…the cough, sputter, groan, whir of the engine…the driver (author) bangs the heel of her hand on the steering wheel, partly in frustration, partly in encouragement, straining to hear the full roar of life coming from under the hood…c'mon, girl, let's get moving!
back when I first started to discover the wide world of blogs…when I was just reading others', with no thought of starting my own…I would find one that I enjoyed…read backwards for a few posts, then just settle down with the archives and read the entire blog in a sitting or two, getting to know this stranger and her kids and her daily life and her creative inspiration. Once I had caught up, I would visit the blog every day or so, hoping for more tidbits…maybe of a life that I wished I had, maybe of a life that just fascinated me for whatever reason. Sometimes there would be thoughtful essays that would make me ponder deeper things, sometimes it would just be a photo of a loaf of bread and I would try to imagine a life that would have me baking loaves of bread just because I wanted to.
What would frustrate me, the inveterate lurker, was when a blogger would simply cease blogging. No explanation, no visit me at my new site, no hint of impending doom in the last post…the last sentence trailing off in screams… She would just not post anymore. And I would get annoyed. As if she was posting for me in the first place. And as if I had every right to know the details of her baby's birth, her new job, her move cross-country, her garden wedding in New Hampshire, her book being published…or just if she got the haircut she was thinking about eight posts ago and if she finished the quilt she was working on and could I see it, please??
Now I get it.
And after three huge life changes all at once, I'm back.
For me, mostly.
Though I hope you enjoy the ride as well.