Note on the Fridge: Mea Culpa

No Telling

Dear Friends,

Now that I think about it, it might have been a better idea to leave a note on the fridge a couple of years ago when I stopped posting Just Like That.

But the thing is I always meant to get back here for a scribble. Here I am teaching writing all day long and somehow managing not to write one single word myself. I tell my students to be fearless on the page, to write every single day, to spit in the Muse’s eye, to make a voice and let others hear it.

And then I put down my own pen.

I don’t have to tell you that sometimes life gets in the way. You already know that. It gets in your way, too. That’s not a reason for much of anything because I understand full well that writing is the gift of sanity in such times. It is, in fact, the antidote to most every ailment real or imagined.

The writing stopped, then couldn’t get restarted, so I berated myself for waving my hands in the air like some midnight televangelist faking miracles for cash. Since hypocrisy is exhausting, I self-medicated by knitting really large shawls. This was either an act of penance or procrastination. Maybe both, since I gave every last one of them away.

Enough. It’s time to get back to the page and re-acquainted with you.

20 thoughts on “Note on the Fridge: Mea Culpa

  1. Teaching writing can suck you dry, make your Muse run off to Las Vegas to become an Elvis impersonator and make you wish you'd listened to your mother when she told you to become anything but an English major.

    Welcome home to the blogsphere. Find your sanity here.

  2. Yay – you've returned to us! No need for self-flagellation, even you are entitled to take an unannounced hiatus. 🙂

    Looking forward to getting caught up!

  3. So happy to have you back! I took break from my blog for a few months and wrote an “I'm coming back now, okay?” post, but I haven't written since. Whoops.

    Maybe you're presence will coax it out of me. Or something at least. No Telling has always made me want to write.

    Welcome back.

  4. Oh, Brian. I'm beginning to fall into that myself. Re-entry is a slower process that you think, really. Let's both start scribbling again!

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