While getting ready for work this morning, I wondered why I’m having such a hard time with motivation to write lately. Lord knows I’ve been beyond busy in the past (school by day, rehearsing at night, teaching an online grad course, etc.) — why am I having such a rough go of it now? Writing is terribly important to me, and yet here it sits, on the back burner. It’s a mystery, but for only the third time in going on seven years of writing to you, I am going on a brief hiatus.
RtB is more than a passing interest or hobby for me. It’s a written record of my somewhat daily life; permanent, searchable, voluminous. It’s always been my hope that my grandchildren can use it someday in the distant future, after I’m long in the ground, to gain some insight on my love for them, my life at the time, and my general nuttiness. What I’m struggling with right now is a way to save it all to some sort of physical form. I’ve seen the “make your blog into a book” services, and they’re almost what I need, but on a self-hosted blog (that is, not hosted on Blogspot or Tumblr), it gets a little hairier.
I will say au revoir for now, but I shall return. I hope you will, too.
All the hugs.
Fink out, temporarily