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I used to write.
Dec. 17th, 2009 01:20 amI did.
I used to write a lot. I'd spontaneously analyze the latest Lois McMaster Bujold novel, or write about politics, or religion, or racism, or something. I used to write fiction at the drop of a hat. I used to be out there, man.
Unfortunately, given a recent multi-year bout with depression and a daughter who just does not ever stop moving unless she's sleeping, my writing has gone the way of the dodo.
One of the things I want to do with this shiny new journal is write more. Write like I did in the earlier days of my LiveJournal. This is my resolution, albeit a couple of weeks early.
Oh, and yes, "A Room of One's Own" really took on worlds more depth for me once Herself (as I refer to my daughter online) got upwardly mobile. I intellectually understood it at 18 and 25, but WOW when every piece of food that goes in your mouth is shared, and your personal space has dwindled to nil, does the idea of a room of your own where you can go in and OMGCLOSETHEDOOR and no one will disturb you swiftly become your idea of paradise.
And now, since another of my resolutions is to get to sleep at a reasonable hour, I shall away.
I used to write a lot. I'd spontaneously analyze the latest Lois McMaster Bujold novel, or write about politics, or religion, or racism, or something. I used to write fiction at the drop of a hat. I used to be out there, man.
Unfortunately, given a recent multi-year bout with depression and a daughter who just does not ever stop moving unless she's sleeping, my writing has gone the way of the dodo.
One of the things I want to do with this shiny new journal is write more. Write like I did in the earlier days of my LiveJournal. This is my resolution, albeit a couple of weeks early.
Oh, and yes, "A Room of One's Own" really took on worlds more depth for me once Herself (as I refer to my daughter online) got upwardly mobile. I intellectually understood it at 18 and 25, but WOW when every piece of food that goes in your mouth is shared, and your personal space has dwindled to nil, does the idea of a room of your own where you can go in and OMGCLOSETHEDOOR and no one will disturb you swiftly become your idea of paradise.
And now, since another of my resolutions is to get to sleep at a reasonable hour, I shall away.
