All my days are running together. So much so that I completely forgot my blogiversary, which was on September 24. I’ve been blogging for two years; two crazy, great, life-changing years. This blog has seen me graduate from college, submit my first work for publication, travel to Guatemala, move from Arizona to Washington and take the leap into freelancing. Today, I am a thousand miles away from the person I was two years ago.
The process of blogging — of consistently sitting down to write — continues to be the bedrock of my development as a writer. Like any skill, writing must be practiced. As a professional, I need to be on top of my game. Writing these little blurbs on writing and life, as well as reading some of the blogosphere’s plethora of talented writers has aided my growth immensely.
Many religious orders practice meditation as a way to center their lives. I’ve never been very good at meditating, but I think writing is my way of centering myself. When I don’t practice the craft for a few days, I lose focus. I lay around my apartment, slowly dissolving into a mass of tapioca pudding. Especially without a steady day job, writing is my anchor to reality. This blog is a still point in an ever spinning world.
It’s been a great two years and I know there are years more of literary adventures to come.
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