Thursday, February 11, 2010

blog therapy

I'm nearing 200 posts and one year of blogging. I started my blog when I was unemployed and liked to fill my days with something other than Judge Mathis. I guess I didn't think much more of it than that. But it's done something for me this last year. It's reminded me what it's like to love to do something. I've tried to love running, but it's not the same. You can't force yourself to love anything. I never had to force it with writing.

Since I was a girl, I've wrote. I used to type up short stories on legal paper and staple them together as birthday presents to our family friend, Brenda. I drew portraits of the characters on the second page. She probably would have preferred a bag of Reeses, or even just a card, but I was always told it's the thought that counts. I thought long and hard and spent hours retyping pages after making a mistake (the gloriously inefficient days of the typewriter). I wrote a monthly newsletter, I wrote a diary. I drew the town that was the setting for my stories on the back of church bulletins. I wrote stupid little stories and asked dad to read them. He read them, then ruffled my hair and said, "that's my little writer."

But I'm not. I'm not a writer, just a person who likes to write. But this blog has made me forget that. It's made me feel like someone was reading - my few but loyal readers have made me want to keep writing. And it's made me rediscover a part of me that had been neglected. I've been less cranky, less argumentative. Less is more. I've been more forgiving, more sympathetic. So thank you. For reading my humble little blog, commenting, and making me feel like a writer. Thank you for giving me back a piece of myself with your thereness - through your IP address on my sitemeter. The tiniest things to some people are the biggest to others.

Immortal

Sometimes I think
of
What I would write
if I didn't plan on
it one day
having an audience.

If one day it was
never
discovered in a
battered notebook
locked away in a
wooden chest
in my attic.

And I think
if
I would write
anything at all.

-February 5, 2008

7 comments:

Hiding Myself From Me said...

So true. I started my blog to give me another creative outlet when I'm tired of working on my book or painting. It is indeed therapy. Nice work.

Jennifer McCleskey said...

Hi holly! I love reading this blog of yours. you are hilarious! I found your blog through Melinda and my mom who is quite fond of you. congrats on 200 posts!

Donna Boucher said...

I read the first few words to say....
'I am nearing 200 pounds'

I thought that would make your day :o)

melinda sue said...

donna, that is funny.

holly, you are a writer. paid for it or not, career or not, you are a writer.

Anonymous said...

Love the poem...Is it yours? This is excellent! From one writer to another.

Scott M.

Kimberly said...

Hi Holly,
I haven't stopped by in a while so I'm catching up:) congrats on 200 posts- you're a writer in my eyes. Keep it up! Like Jenn, I think you're hilarious!

prashant said...

I thought that would make your day :

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