I write. A lot. I used to write almost dailyish (maybe weekly) in my blog. I wrote for my super secret blog, too. The one I can’t link to from here. The really, really private one. And I write for work…boring business stuff. But I write stuff.
I deleted my “normal” blog because my kid’s friends found it and my openness was a little embarrassing for a middle school boy. Sadly, I had written for many years about issues and topics many people found helpful (WLS, addiction and alcoholism, recovery, and Buddhism). But my son’s happiness was more important than my pedantic ranting.
While my super secret, but kind of popular, blog is still out there in the web world that never dies, I stopped adding new posts sometime in 2006 or 2007. Since my covert blogging has transformed into a more formally structured format, I am now writing my stories down. As in, I’ve become a writer. I’m writing books…or trying to, anyway. Because the content matter may still make my community and/or family uncomfortable, I’ve chosen to use a pen name (no, not the one my son recently discovered) to publish under.
I’ve brought my blog back to life to use as a scratchpad of what I’m using to to study the craft of writing and to make me accountable.