Long days in the virtual wilderness

I took some unexpected time off from blogging because of the event described in my last post. After my uncle passed away I felt I had to write something about it. How could I talk about snowboarding or a good movie or our trip to Costa Rica without first addressing this Big Thing? So, I decided that only after writing about my uncle could I post anything else.

So I started trying� many, many times.

Time passed.

It’s not that I was too distraught or too choked up. In fact, most of the words came easily and the memories evoked while writing were largely happy ones. It�s just that there was too much. I would end up with pages on Bubby, my family in Kentucky, my childhood–in short: family, time and death. Not exactly blog material.

I even wrote a whole entry describing this problem I was having just so could say something and end my self-imposed moratorium. It was while I was (re)working that (aborted) excuse that I cobbled together some of my other writing into what became my last entry.

Now that it�s off my chest, I can go back to bitching about work and posting poorly edited movie reviews, gushing accounts of recent trips and other random stuff that someone may or may not read.

Best,
peebo

One Response to “Long days in the virtual wilderness”

  1. Belinda Says:

    I get it. I really do. Welcome back. Um…maybe? ;-)

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