It's Sunday evening, the weeds are tall in the backyard, the homework is waiting for me, and I am creating a new blog. Actually, Savannah created it for me. I just spent an hour changing how it looks, because that is vitally important.
This blog is the result of a promise. I have no idea where it will go, what it will cover, or when it will be updated, but knowing myself, I will become addicted to it as I do anything having to do with writing.
I was hoping Savannah would join this spot with me, but she only promises to read it, perhaps write back from time to time. It may well be that this will remain for the two of us only, but that's ok. A promise is a promise. And it does feel good to type again!
The truth is, writing becomes a struggle for someone who teaches it-- the day-to-day exercise of working with emerging writers can drain the creative force from you if you let it. I love my job, love seeing writers gain confidence and skill, but I want to find a way to keep the writer within me alive also. I know it can be done, and I know that I have to find my own way to do it.
A new week is waiting.