starting from scratch



I always come back here.

I know. It's been a while. But still. This space is forever in my mind. I don't know what place blogging has any longer, with the insta this and the facebook that. In the past few years, it seems like that's what most of my posts here have been about... is this still a thing? Can I do this? Does it matter? 

It does. It all does.

As I've said time and time again, writing begets writing, and I'm writing. So I'm here.

Last October I said I wouldn't tell you where I've been.

Not much has changed. Except that I'm spending this year, 2016, working on one specific project. My novel. I started from scratch, outlined, and am knee deep in the writing of it. It feels different this time. Deeper. Fuller.

I'm giving myself this year. To dive in deep with the writing, to make it my job {aside from the whole homeschooling kids thing...} and to see if I can hack it. And if at the end of this year I'm fed up? It's not working? Then I'll know that I've given it my best shot.

Nearly two months in, and I'm pretty sure I've got my answer.

So here's the thing. I may write here, still. But I'm not pursing any new Creating in the Midst interviews unless someone truly wants to share their creative journey with homeschooling. I'm not going to plug my writing, or share writing how to's - because truth be told I find that whole scene incredibly noisy and overwhelming. I may write blog posts the way we used to, soulful stories and posts that mean something.

Or maybe I'll simply be back when I'm done my book.

Either way. If you're here, as many of you always are, I'm humbled that you still read my words. Most of them are being shared over on Instagram these days, but I'm feeling less enthralled by that space as the days go on.

What do you all think? Is blogging a thing of the past? Do you still read blogs? And if so - how? I'm using Bloglovin, and I'm not thrilled... I miss the good old days of Google Reader. I'd love to know if I'm barking up the wrong tree by even considering blogging again. Perhaps it's just another form of procrastination? Self indulgence? Screaming into the ether?

Either way. Hello. Again.