While I reminisced, I noticed that my writing has tapered off slowly, but steadily. I got all melancholy then, and realized how much I miss writing. I also figured out that the more I write, the more I want to write. Following that same line of logic, I find that the less I write the harder it is for me to get motivated to write.
All of that is about to change very shortly. Why? Several reasons. First, I feel good when I write. I need to do a little more of that...feel good and write, that is.
Second, but not least, I am about to jump in with both hands and 9 fingers and participate in the "Blogging From A to Z April Challenge.
(NOTE: I do have 10 fingers, but I suddenly noticed that slug on my left-hand called Thumb doesn't participate when I type. )
Here are the rules of the AtoZ challenge.:
Simple enough, huh? I participated last year and met some awesome new-to-me bloggers. Some of them have been and continue to be life lines for me. These special blogoshpere friends have provided much needed encouragement and support for me and always just at the right moments.
I have to admit, for me, the biggest challenge was to come up with creative ideas. Once I got over that hurdle, the writing came easily enough.
If you want to know more about the challenge, check it out here A to Z.
One more thing, I can't let my two year Blo-GIVER-sary pass by without a thank-you of some kind.
One of the things I did during a big part of last year was post entries from a diary written in 1929 by a woman named Anna.
Anna comes to life come through the pages of this worn leather bound journal.
I think it would be awful for Anna to get lost among my own disheveled shelves of stuff. I certainly would not want her to get tossed out during one of my frenzied "I have to get rid of stuff, now" rants.
So it's time for me to pass Anna on to the next person. Perhaps you will take Anna to places she probably would never have had the chance to go. By the way, there are about three months of entries into the year 1930 which I did not post on my blog.
Do you want Anna? Leave me a comment. Tell me what you think about while you are writing about your own journey.
Me? I wonder if I will wind up on someone's shelf one day. Perhaps I will be picked up by one of my own, who will want to breathe life into me once again.
On Wednesday, April 3, 2013, I will select the winning comment out of a hat.
Gee, I hope there is more than one comment. What fun would that be, to pick one one out of a hat?