It turns out that the best way to start writing again is simply to start writing again. The 45th year approaches rapidly and I realize I’ve abandoned computer for pursuits all work related. And while work is a flourishing and happy place at present, my inner life may be atrophying at a pace too rapid to notice. Certainly I am less interesting at a dinner party than I was in the blog prolific days of the 43rd year and when hours were spent contemplating navels and books and articles rather than screenplays about superheroes and monsters. Still though, Child One and Two grow and remain fascinating fodder – the world of being the Evil Step challenges daily and Sig Other remains the present and entertaining love of my life. So I will attempt, in spite of the continued onslaught of work, to return to The 43rd Year, as I approach my 45th…
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- Mrs L.
- The 43rd Year was begun as a challenge from my husband who called me out for being a chickenshit. And he was right. This blog is dedicated to fear of writing and of being read, fear of discovery and of exposure and hopefully to the overcoming of those fears. I've made it through my 43rd year and am now in the midst of my 44th. I've written less than I'd have liked but more than I expected. And I'm keeping the title and web address until a greater inspiration strikes. The issues of the 43rd year, after all, remain...
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Happy 45th Year and here's to a return to blogging!
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