Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been some time since my last confession.
Wait, this isn’t a confessional booth and I’m not Catholic. Oops.
Sorry to all Catholics and others who might’ve become offended by that opening bit.
It’s been a few weeks since my last blog entry, though. I’m sorry to my loyal fans for each absence. I feel as though I’ve slighted you, somehow.
A friend and fellow blogger told me I needed to find my voice again. You see, I’ve left behind the old me, the one night stands me, the drunken karaoke me, the explicit details of my sex life me, the having a sex life me.
I’m striving for eternal happiness, and thirty seconds of la petite morte won’t buy me that…but what is a writer to do?
Although there are certainly successful religious and spiritual authors, much of the literature I’ve studied and held dear in my life was written by addiction and insanity. I’ve had more than my fair share of each.
I don’t want to risk turning into a perpetually peppy princess blogging about rainbows and butterflies without any substance, but I don’t want to post dry and morose ravings either.
In the past, I’ve blogged about my dreams, my children, my aspirations, inspirations…those are all still on-the-table topics, but I want to move forward as well. I still desire to pull the bulk of this blog offline and publish it in book form, but I don’t want to stop posting here. I especially want to resume regular poetry posts.
I’ll find a suitable solution sometime between working, paying bills, raising babies, and begging dream jobs to hire me.