I don't even recognize my own blog anymore, I've missed it so dearly. Usually I print up my posts and carry them around with me all day, which exemplifies the attachment issues I have with regards to my writing.
It took a long time for my husband to understand why I needed to keep re-reading what I wrote all day long. Was that even normal? He's not a writer, he doesn't understand how you can hear different rhythms with each reading, how it can refine your thoughts past and present, it's like music to me.
Carrying my writing around with me everywhere I go. And feeling proud, you know? I had to try the limit though, just to see. Could I fit my thoughts into two blogs a day, and who would that please? Not me, obviously.
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