About a month ago, I was seriously contemplating not blogging anymore. Something was missing for me... something just wasn't clicking. I wasn't sure what it was exactly, but I was just feeling very blah about it all. Couple that with the fact that I was feeling like I was relying on my Lovie for all of my happiness, and I was just not in a real good state of (blogging) mind.
But then something happened.
People started chiming in more and more and one comment left kept echoing in my head and heart days later:
The beautiful and wonderful Peeper was absolutely right... I found my "thing" and it was staring me in the face the whole time I bitched and moan: WRITING.
It's why I started blogging moons ago (at other blogs that have since been deleted for the most part) in the first place! To get shit out of my head. To express myself. Hell, it's what my college degree is in - Fiction Writing (it's actually a Bachelor of Arts with a concentration in Fiction Writing- gotta love those artsy colleges, heh).
So with that I found some great writing exercises to participate in the blogosphere via the likes of The Red Dress Club, Mama's Losin It!, and even through Shell's Pour Your Heart Out Wednesdays, and I started thinking and writing again.... About stuff other than just my Lovie.
And it felt/feels fantastic!
But it's because of the comments that it feels as good as it does. Getting confirmation that what I've written, fiction or not, has made some of you feel something is really awesome. It's fantastically wonderful, really. It makes me think that I'm sharing my stories, fiction or not, in a way that's relatable to the reader and that means something's working right. To me, at least.
So my whole point to this long ramble is to say Thank You. Very much. Your words, your thoughts, your feedback, your comments... it's lit a fire under my ass and I'm really digging the feeling as a result.