When I started blogging I couldn’t write fast enough…there was so much to be SAID. I went a million miles an hour and every time I started typing it turned into writing.
Then I stopped to breathe.
Now, here I sit, not quite knowing what to tell you. I know they call it a ‘block’…which sounds kind of right, but it feels more like an emptiness. Block sounds like there’s stuff in the fridge, but you can’t remember how to open it…or maybe there’s a new-fangled lock that you don’t have a key for. I feel more like no one remembered to go to the store, but what really scares me is the idea that maybe all the stores are closed…forever.
Up until recently, I’ve done a pretty good job of telling myself that I’m not very creative. I know that I’m technically good at making other people’s’ ideas or projects better, but I haven’t had much faith in my ability to come up with my own ideas. Oh, I can take someone else’s notes and turn them into a damn good speech, or take their pictures and cobble them into a beautiful slide show, but when it comes to thinking up something new and wonderful on my own…not so much.
Or so I thought. On August 7, 2013 I started writing…really writing…in a format that is immediately accessible by other HUMAN BEINGS. I’ve posted 29 different times–30 if you include this one. Most of those posts have been about my life…my family and my travels…and all have been well-received. I did that, without anyone else giving me any assignment or notes or input. I just sat down and did it.
Now, I’m not asking for you to shout, “Oh Tammy…don’t stop writing!” or anything close to that. I’m fine, I just have a little hitch in my giddy-up. I know that this is what I’m supposed to be doing…this process is good for me, and has become a real part of my story. Thank you for reading what I write. I always welcome your feedback–good or bad. Since I’m having a momentary ‘YIKES!’ phase, I also welcome any suggestions for things you’d like to hear from me or know about me.