I have tried to figure out why I haven't been blogging as much lately, and besides the obvious no-no of typing with tendinitis (shh, don't tell my doctor right now!).... I just haven't felt like babbling lately. I've come to the conclusion that I don't know what sort of voice I want this blog to have, which I think is holding me back. I'm not an agent--and although I am a writer--I don't need to speak about publishing and be all professional anymore. Not that I was very professional all the time, but I had STANDARDS. Now I don't need those standards, and I'm not sure where to go.
Do I be all personal and blabby about my feelings?
Do I tell you what's going on in my life?
Do I say nothing?
Do I only do publishing news?
Do I do something new?
I have been contemplating wanting to write an epistolary story; I wonder if that would be an interesting thing to post on the blog? Would people stick around through it all?
I go back to school in the fall, and I'm not sure you want to read about me attempting college for a second time. Well, I'd like to note that I'm not attempting it; I have a perfectly good BA from Carnegie Mellon University, so I like to think I managed to conquer college the first time around. But I am trying to learn more Japanese, which requires going where the Japanese teachers are, and short of moving to Japan full-time (I'm still lobbying the husband, albeit unsuccessfully)... that's college. See, and here I am, babbling, and typing far more than I'm sure my doctor would like me to be doing. Do they make soft, slightly squishier keyboards?
I should be dictating, but my husband is asleep with a cold, and I don't want to wake him. Plus, Dragon drives me up a wall, and I need more RAM. I did manage to finish revising a story by speaking slowly, which is good. And now, I must stop typing because I'm starting to twinge in pain. Leave a comment, do.