Well, it’s happened again. I’ve had an epiphany. I’ve gone over it in my mind: Why am I having such a hard time blogging? And the conclusion I woke up to this very morning, sipping coffee and looking out over mountains of powdery snow in my backyard? (I’ll tell you, but I’m trying to decide whether to give you the reason straight up…or make it cooler with a metaphor).
I’ll give you both.
I’m like James Bond( the Sean Connery version)and I can’t be asked to commit to any one girl, no matter how Pussy Galore they are.
WordPress is amazing, but it takes up A LOT of my time.
I’m posting a few paragraphs here and there on my Carr Party Of Five Facebook page.*** There’s no commitment issues there, no guilt, or expectations. I can just share little snippets of my writing and be done, able to flit around
looking for Dr. No doing the other stuff I need to get done. So, for now, until later, that’s where I’ll be. Until I’m not. I just wanted to let you all know, and tell you Happy New Year.
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself. “