Life does not always fit nicely into text boxes. Pre-defined 2px by 2px borders collapse when reality writes itself. Deadlines march past good intentions.
All this to say, it's been awhile since I updated this blog.
Blogging experts advise against such posting gaps.
Your brand will lose ooomph. Your readers will lose confidence in your ability to entertain, to be a professional expert, they decry on blogs brimming with advertisements and confident, happy readers.
Uhmmm....can I post a picture of the gold-star I earned for sitting upright at my desk?
As a writing instructor, I urge students to write through personal challenges. "It's cathartic," I say. "Some of your best writing can come as you push through the chaos. Content over emotions breaks writer's block." Meanwhile, I hide behind their assignments, grading past my own advice.
Pedagogical niceties aside, I do believe writing offers insight and self-discovery. So does therapy or bungee jumping, which also come from a place of insanity and fear. Writing, however, requires less jet fuel and Freudian slips, which is why I return to the page, or text box, time and time again.
So, as I write about writing, or not writing to be more precise, I fill another text box. Not to entertain, not to brand myself, and certainly not to convince anyone that I am an expert.
I write simply to practice, to push through the chaos and give voice to the moment. Even if at this moment, I'm licking gold stickers and placing them on my forehead for having made it through another post.