Yes, I have been a bit quiet lately. That usually means I am not in the best of moods. I try not to come to the blog in a wet blanket funk. So, I just keep to myself.
I have purchased the most recent copy of Artful Blogging magazine. I was hoping it would give me a lift. There are so many articles by bloggers that tell of how blogging has changed their lives. They meet so many people through the internet and then in real life. They refuse to share the negative aspects of their lives. Their blogs are bulging with poetry, photos and arty tutorials. They are fun to visit. But this fun does not seem to rub off on me. Why can't I be consistently witty, or fun, or bubbly, or optimistic?
One of these recent articles is written by Malka Dubrawsky, whose A Stitch in Dye blog is one of the several that I follow. She encourages fellow bloggers to be themselves and not self-censor themselves.
Don't second-guess everything you say or upload because you're worried that it's not serious, or witty, or sophisticated enough. Let your readers get to know you, warts and all.I've been feeling very warty lately.
I feel that if I explain all of these warts that, you too, reader, will catch these warts. Isn't that one of those nature rumors -- that if you touch a warty toad, you will get warts.
I will share the largest of the warts with you. . .
O.K. so I did type it all out. Then I deleted it. It had to do with loneliness and lack of support from those closest to me. I went to re-read it and, well, it was too warty.
I'm now off to make some fudge for my dad for his birthday. Then I have to run some errands to get some things for my daughter. I guess my next warty post could discuss lack of studio time. Perhaps one of my errands should be to find some wart remover.