Here I am back on a horse after 23 years.
I have discovered is that I have not run out of things to write about nor will I quit because someone hurt my feelings. I don't take criticism too well as my husband David will tell you. Mainly because, I am harder on myself than anyone else could dream of being.
Walking The Fence Line will continue to be a mix of thoughts and different writing styles. It was my sole purpose for starting a blog in the first place.
The past few weeks have been a little difficult because of the unexpected comments of well-intentioned readers. I found it harder to dust myself off and move on to the next thing. In fact, I lost some of my joy in writing and more importantly, I had lost that sense of purpose that motivates the flow of ideas and words.
I could probably pinpoint where the zest went out of my writing and that would be when my friend Susan died. My sense of direction is a little skewed with my grief and shock.
So, if you will all bear with me, I will endeavor to get back on course and bring the enjoyment and wonder back into my stories.
I am well aware that my sentence structure lacks a little polish and I have a tendency for "tiresome" generalizations or sounding a little preachy. But I am determined that whatever I am supposed to say will get said regardless of good or bad writing quality.
Losing my feathers has been a humbling experience for me. I want to feel the genuine pleasure of writing again and I can't imagine dropping this just because of a few well-placed criticisms.
So here is my bold statement to those who think that writing two or three blogs a week is easy. Write your own blogs and explore your own creativity. I will be the first one to drop by and offer my congratulations.
The good thing about losing a few feathers is that they grow back again. Even though I feel a little bruised and ruffled today, tomorrow will be better.