I miss writing.
This seems like kind of a strange and ironic statement now that I have a full-time gig at a media company and writing is actually a huge part of my job.
But what I mean is that I miss writing for myself. I miss writing the very personal, experience-based stories that are my favorite form of expression. I miss pouring my heart onto the page (or screen, I guess).
It’s not that I can’t write these types of stories for my job. I can, and I should more often.
But there always seems to be something more pressing to do, some sort of admin task or another article that I need to finish. I don’t make the time to write the kind of stories that I’m best at telling, and this is a problem.
It’s nobody’s fault but my own and my lack of poor time management skills. Or my desire to spend every moment I can outside rather than in front of a computer screen. Now that I have a “desk job” (sort of), I don’t spend nearly as much time in front of the computer doing non-work-related things. Or rather, every time I open up the laptop, I am reminded of all the work-related things that I should be doing.
Or, I start writing something, get halfway through, and convince myself that it all sounds stupid. I’m doing that now.
But I’ll post this anyway. Time to resurrect the blog.