Blog Interrupted

Well, there I was on Sunday just about to genuflect to the tabernacle (that’s where we Catholics keep the body of Christ) on my way to my seat before Mass when my friend and blog mentor walks up to me. She leans in to give me a very Jackie O greeting peck on the cheek and says softly “If you don’t post something new to your blog soon I’m going to remove the link from my page.” Now, I want to be very clear that this was not a case of blog bullying in any way. It was a good swift kick in the pants which is something we all need from time to time. Even if it’s just before Mass. So, there I sat swiftly kicked in Church contemplating why I had been neglecting my writing. Somewhere between the homily and transubstantiation it occurred to me that my life had been full of the kinds of events that trigger activity on my personal Richter scale.

You know, the type of events that you eat a lot of ice cream over, shed tears, eat more ice cream and then ultimately take into your head and then into your heart. The kinds of events which are the catalyst for the most personal prose a writer can create. The type of writing that prods, pushes, and touches the reader (even when the reader and writer are one in the same). Events that once written down become indelible and irreversible. They take up less space in your head and move into your world where you bump into them in the night when you stumble to the bathroom half asleep.

I’m not sure I am ready…No, I know I'm not ready to move these events into this next phase of development. They will have to stay with me a little longer. So, in the meantime, I will dig through my other essay and story ideas and get back to this amazing outlet I have called a blog.