I’m not crazy. I’m just a writer.

So glad many of my friends are also writers. Not many people would understand when you say you didn’t get to sleep until almost 2am last night because you had to keep getting up to write down what the voices in your head were saying to you.

But thanks to imagination induced insomnia, my book not only has a prologue, but also a title. My goal is to have it pitch ready for the writing conference in May.

One Post at a Time

This blank page makes me feel inadequate, as if the blog police are lurking somewhere waiting to issue me a citation.

IMG_3190“Young lady, you’ve had this domain for well over a year, where are all the witty posts you should have created by now?”

“Well, Officer, I uh…” I reach into my draft box and pull out several unfinished posts.

“Ma’am. Please take your hands off the keyboard and exit the blog now.”

In days past, I was a prolific blogger. My day wasn’t complete unless I blogged. Back then, as an expat in Sweden, and later a cynical 30-something going through infertility treatment, I had plenty to talk about. But being back in my hometown with no major drama in my life (knock on a forest), the words felt harder to come by.

After getting back into writing in general, (I’m over half-way through with a first draft of a novel I’m very excited about) I realized I really miss blogging and the feeling of community it brings. So, I am back. While I may not be navigating my way through life in a foreign country, or having multiple medical devices stuck up my hoo-hah on a regular basis, I know there are other writers, foodies, makers, tv addicts and such with which I’ll be able to geek out.

So, Officer, put away your citation book and stand back, because I’m about to show you A Life More Creative.*

*later changed to Under the Wide and Starry Sky.

*later changed to Leslie Gail