DAY ONE

One day turned into two days, and then there were three.  Three days away from the blog nearly turned to thirty, but seeing the impending doom of that dreadful milestone has compelled me to action.  

Contrary to popular belief, it was not artistic discouragement that led me astray, but rather an overwhelming sense of peace.  Writing brings me joy, and I finally convinced myself that it's shameless pursuit is not ridiculous.  Despite my long pause from the craft, I am even more resolved to say what I need to say, and write what I have to write. What had happened was, after "the meeting," on Day 174, I no longer carried a sense of guilt or anxiety in regards to my writing.  And with the sweeping away of these emotions, so went my drive to answer to the blogging gods, and publish on this here internet everyday.  And, as I have based most of the productivity in my life (age 30) on these two emotions, I simply didn't know how to 'get er done' without 'em.  

Fortunately, what never left me was the sense that I will write my book, and it will be good.  I would even venture to say it will be a "good thing," (as all endevours should be judged in the context of Martha Stewart catch phrases.)  So here is to starting back up again.  To day one, and day 200, to the rest of the year that remains for me to write, and to change.  Good Times in the Good District will be shared.  On the internet.

I remain truly yours, Milagros

Day... I lost count.

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Comments

[Lindsay Richards]

Very Good.

[Noury]

We the faithful were just being patient. Cheers!!!!!!

[Adrienne]

You could write just a sentence and we would read it. Welcome back!!!