I've only told one person, my old friend Lacey, that I started a blog (well, resumed might be more accurate, because I wrote a few--maybe even many--blog posts back in the day, but I deleted them all when I decided to begin again as a vegan travel blog, which clearly never went anywhere).
"What's it about?" Lacey asked.
Excellent question. What is this blog about? I gather that most blogs are thematic in some way, but I don't really want to limit myself to one particular topic. I imagine that my posts will revolve around pregnancy (because that is the primary thing I think about these days), vegan travel (because, as previously mentioned, I have been wanting to start a vegan travel blog for awhile. I never have because I always think all my greatest travel adventures are behind me, which may or may not be true, although I am guessing that with the arrival of bambino in November, our greatest travel adventures will be limited to the exotic Central Valley of California, where my husband's mother lives, and the even more exotic Chico, California, where my family lives. This falls under the realm of Very Depressing Thoughts, however, so I'll just move on), teaching (how I ended up back in high school, one of the more miserable periods of my life, is an ever-present mystery), and... I don't know what else. Whatever comes up in life that warrants writing about, I suppose. And that, I think, is what matters. This blog isn't going to be about anything in particular, so much as a place to flex those writing muscles that haven't so much gone weak as completely atrophied.
Writing used to be such an integral part of my day. I didn't even feel like a real person unless I had written about something. These days, my writing seems to be limited to lists: what I need to do, what I need to buy, things we might name our baby. Since I will be returning to the creative writing classroom this fall, not as a student but as a teacher, I think it's important to practice what I'm asking students to do. And really, I love writing. I always have. I love making things up and stringing the words together, but mostly I love putting it out in the world and hearing how it is received (not always well, of course; I have many, many battle scars from workshops past as well as many, many rejections letters from various publications that did not see my work as befitting their pages). So we'll see how it goes. Maybe I'll be successful, and maybe I'll be a miserable failure, but I'll never know until I start trying to write more.
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