First off, I have to say one giant “I’m sorry!” to my blogdience. my blogaudience. my blogien–okay I’ll stop.
I haven’t written in 30 days.
I’m embarrassed. This self-professed blog-hater has gone from avoiding blogs like the plague to discovering something within herself to planning and editing and crafting to… avoiding again. And not on purpose!
I guess I just had more time on my hands in Vancouver.
And I really hate to break it to you, but this isn’t my triumphant return.
It is, in fact, my “it’s officially my birthday by three minutes and I know I haven’t written in a month but you just have to deal with it” apology post.
I owe you a few posts. At least four. Good ones. With lots of explanatory detail about my new life in Edmonton. And they’re coming, I promise. I guess I’ll blame it on a few things: 1) laziness. There’s something to be said for being exhausted after slaving away doing makeup for 8 hours but it is beyond tiring to sit on a computer for 45-50 hours a week. Honestly, it’s hard enough to get on facebook, let alone write for an hour. 2) time. pretty much all of my free time is now spent doing awesome things, like taking my dogs on walks and discovering they now sell Pacifica body butter at Winners. Winners! 3) inspiration. and this is partially your fault! Okay no, I won’t blame you entirely, but I’ve been having a hard time coming up with stuff to write about. This is probably due to my overall contentedness; it’s hard to breed inspiration when you’re blissfully at peace. Most writers are at angst with something in their lives, be it the assholes who take ten years to get through the self check-outs at the grocery stores (honestly, Grandpa, why did you think you could master that machine?), or something real, like global warming (although I think Atwood has to move on; Oryx and Crake = pure gold, The Year After the Flood = less than awesome).
NOT that I’m comparing myself to Atwood. (I wish).
If you want me to write (and I know you do, I’ve had countless comments about it) find me things to write about!
I’m not shifting blame. You want the goods, I’ll try and deliver.
But I’m still settling in. And I’ve got a few birthday celebrations to attend this weekend.
Maybe you should join? Empress Friday for beers, come one, come all.
I’ll tell you something though– your devoted readership is inspiring. And with yet another birthday upon me, I hope this year I can use this creative flow to take me to a new place, to complete my transition back home.
Because for all we complain about birthdays (ugh, getting older! Boo!) they are actually pretty fantastic. They’re a chance to wipe the slate clean for the coming year. To start fresh, to take a leap into the unknown.
Come join me, won’t you?
xoxox
the no-longer 25 year-old Andrea
