Sixteen years ago, I started The Juggling Writer.
Last year, aside from the, “Hey, The Juggling Writer is 15!” anniversary post, I did one other…about how quiet I’ve been with the blog.
This past year, not one post.
It’s not that I don’t think about The Juggling Writer — I do — but I suppose in many ways, writing doesn’t live in my head as much as it did 16 years ago. At least deeper thoughts about writing…I’m always writing and working on things.
And maybe that’s part of it: writing, recording, editing, and releasing stories for Not About Lumberjacks takes quite a bit of time. It’s also been a year in which a decades-old issue with my heart was finally figured out, requiring a procedure last March. It’s also the year my mom died…and that one’s still fresh: last month. (In fact, a month ago today.)
Clearly, The Juggling Writer still means something to me. If it didn’t, I’d not be here writing this.
So, we’ll see what Year 16 brings.
(I’d likely do well bringing writing back into my head more than I have, lately…)
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