I'm mulling over some changes. As some of you know, I'm a writer. I have another blog that chronicles that part of my life. Besides my family, writing is the next biggest part of who I am.
And then Art came along at a time when I had taken a break from writing and seduced me. I'd ignored him in the past, but this time he wouldn't be denied. He had to be a part of my life, he said. He wooed me with hours of carefree playing, no strings attached (unless of course, they were part of my collage). He swept me off my feet and made me forget whatever else was going on in my life as long as we were together.
Well, I had to give Art his own blog, because Art and writing, well, they represented two different parts of me. The crowds we hung out with would have different interests. And so we began this odyssey together, Art and I. And whoa, it was fun. What a trip! He introduced me to people from all over the world! He stretched my mind and, ahem, stimulated me creatively.
And then I got the idea that I should also separate my writing life from my personal observations, and created yet another blog. I also keep a journal on my website that I write for a teen audience.
Suddenly, my schizophrenic blogging started wavering. I wasn't posting to any of them because I wasn't sure where exactly my thoughts should go. I had broken who I was into all these shards. It hit me then, I can't separate the artist and the mother/wife and the writer. Not effectively, anyway.
And so I'm toying with how to share these combined sides of me best. It may be here, it may me somewhere else, but for my sanity, it has to be done. I'll keep you posted.