I’ve been blogging for the best part of a decade now, yet when I speak to another writer and hear the words “I’m a blogger” escape my mouth, I feel like a fraud.
Everything I have written this year, bar almost none, has been forced and I read it back with a sense of sadness. I love to write in any format but this has been my baby and I’ve fallen out of love.
I don’t know what the answer is.
I can keep on trucking or I can call it a day. But I don’t want to call it a day for the reasons mentioned above.
This time I am not going to make any promises that I will break, am not going to dress my words up as anything more than they actually are – I am going to take each day, each post as it comes.
And I am going to fall back in love, goddamnit.