The prodigal blogger

My husband told me recently that he missed my blog.

My heart softened like butter.

I abandoned/walked away from/got too busy for this blog about a year ago, actually almost exactly a year ago when I was in the midst of planning a wedding and writing a book and having/recovering from foot surgery. I figured I had too much going on and I convinced myself I had nothing to write about, nothing worth penning, nothing anyone would care to read anyway.

Now I'm in the midst of a crazy editing deadline and am in the process of writing my second book and am apartment-hunting and have been too busy to cook or clean or do much of anything fun, even read a book. Now I am married and walking on two feet and a published author (well, collaborator, anyway). And I realize that I'll always be busy and in the midst of stuff, so why not hop to it and get writing? Why not make time for writing? Why not make it a priority to do the thing I've wanted to do since I was 5 years old and firmly decided that nothing else in the world could ever be as awesome as writing?

So here I am. Back. Unsure of how to proceed or what to say, but dedicated to writing it, all thanks to the partner by my side, who believed enough in me to think that what I have to say is worth the space.

The butter to my bread, the breath to my life.