Call it fate, kismet, coincidence, nothing, whatever you believe, but when The Red Dress Club ladies provided this week’s prompt, it felt as if they handed me a sign - write about a time when you took a detour. Where had you intended to go and where did you end up?
A fiction piece crossed my mind at first. I even dug into the old files to find a short story I wrote some time ago, but while clicking around (I really need to come up with a better labeling system), I instead located a letter meant for a friend. The one who passed away this past January.
It was dated June 3, 2005, just before her first stem cell treatment. Just before my grandfather passed away. Just before I found out I was pregnant. Just after she gave me a gentle earful about screwing around with my time. In the letter, among other things, I promised her I would quit. But then the above mentioned events occurred, I never mailed it, and the promise remained dormant, then forgotten, as I struggled with my new son.
In 2008, a writer friend suggested that I start a blog about PKU, to reach out to other families, but when your son is 1 in 15,000, there aren’t too many people caring about low protein and phe, so instead I started my first blog about whatever. It felt good to take the ole girl out of the barn. I made incredible friends, lots of incredible friends (See bloglist. No really, read these people.) I felt less isolated, started using my brain. It was fun, but under a pseudo. By 2010 though, I was ready to come out of the closet.
And get back to fiction.
Which brings me here.
Assessing my blog.
And how I’m spending time these days.
Yeah. It’s one of those posts.
See, my blog is my detour. A nice one for sure, with fantastic scenery consisting of your words and stories. Words and stories and people whom I’ve cherished and adored along this unexpected journey.
But now it’s time to get back on track.
The track of trying to make some money from my writing.
I know. I’m delusional. Pretend like I’m a preschooler and just say “you can do it.”
I don’t expect to sell a novel, though one day that would rock, but my indulging in this hobby has become selfish. If I’m completely honest, it’s been somewhat selfish the whole way through. And if dating the same man for six years before getting married taught me anything it’s no one is buying the cow when the milk is flowing for free.
I’ll be around. I’ll Twitter for sure, but fair warning or here’s relief, the blog posts will be few and far between. It kills me to do that, yet I know I’ll never get to the final destination if I don’t stop lollygaggin’ here.
And send me your Twitter @ for Pete’s sake!
P.S. Update from Tuesday’s post – I’m not surprised that you guys are already donors. But I am majorly bummed I didn’t manage to scare up one more for Taylor’s Gift, so along with the giftcard for one of you guys, I’m also donating $20 to Taylor’s site in order to support their voice.
Drumroll please – Random name generator (Oldest’s hand in a bowl) chose Terri at Terri’s Little Corner! Congratulations Terri – you’re the new lucky owner of a $20 gift card to Barnes & Noble. Send me your address to ashatshades(at)gmail(dot)com. I pinky swear not to stalk, Google Earth or pass it along.