It's not that I don't feel like writing. It's this blog. I'm getting bored with it. I have felt this way ever since I started doing my guided journaling a couple of months ago. It's not you. It's me. I started this blog back in 2008 as a motivational tool to get back into long-distance running and because the idea of blogging to meet other people was romantic in the way that discovering new characters in stories is romantic. Since I had little h, most of my posts center around him. Why wouldn't they? He's amazing, and I am obviously obsessed with him. He says "octagon" now, by the way. In addition, I have tried to mix my creative writing into this blog, and it doesn't work. I am unsure why that is, exactly.
This past week I made soap, brandied cherries, started a new relaxation/meditation yoga series, almost finished crocheting a blanket, went for a trail run with a new friend, studied local botany, practiced my church choir music, brewed a new batch of Kombucha, and read a book about potty training. It would appear as though I am not in writing mode. Not even close.
I began a Facebook hiatus to see if that would help. It hasn't, really. It just makes me miss my Mother Earth News updates.
This is not good because tomorrow begins my first ever creative writing class. It is supposed to last 8 weeks. I haven't even decided which manuscript to use for the class. Get in the mood, damn it! :)
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