Um. Well. I blog...
He asked for the address, so I told him that if you google my name, it's the first hit. Then I came home and pulled up my blog to look at it through the eyes of a new visitor. Let's see: Picture of Elijah. Thankful Thursday. Another Elijah photo. Thankful Thursday. Quote from someone else's blog who's actually writing fresh material. Thankful Thursday...
Um. Well, my son is cute, at least.
I told Mr. Wilson I'd done some freelance writing and editing for a ministry organization (which is true). But the truth is, despite my writing degree and my history of being a prolific journaler and my professed love of words, somewhere along the way I stopped actually writing. I told myself I was editing instead (
That's probably why when I see Mr. Wilson, or think of Dr. Mary Brown (my college writing prof, another all-time favorite), I feel a little ashamed. I wish I could show them or tell them about the latest essay or poem or article I've been working on, something that would make them proud of a former student. I'm satisfied with the choices I've made; it's a blessing and a privilege to be staying home with Elijah. But there's no reason I can't also still be writing. And I'm not. Not even on here, lately.
So I'm writing tonight, for no real reason other than to say I'm not writing...and I'm not sure why. But they say the first step is to acknowledge you have a problem.
My name is Amy Kannel, and I sometimes call myself a writer but I don't actually write. And I need to do something about that.