I've been reading Laura over at 11D for years -- since she was actually in NYC and through the birth of her children and now into the suburbs. I've turned into one of those complete blog lurkers who feels like she knows someone from reading them for 10(? really?) years or more, but who have never really interacted with them.
One of the things I was inspired by recently was her blog post on the need to "just do it."
Well. I was inspired by it, then totally forgot about it and then remembered when my friend, was talking to me about it when we were "working out" (the quotes there are used purposefully) because I had told her she should be reading Laura's blog. And so she did, and so we were talking about it.
I used to blog pretty religiously. And by "used to" I mean back in the internet stone ages of 1998-2003(ish) on Diaryland.com as Cubiclegirl. I even managed to turn my blog into a novel, which was nominated for a Lambda Literary Award, earned some kind of blog award and most importantly, met my wife through it. (I also bought a faux leopard coat during a book tour in San Francisco on my birthday, but I know that I'm supposed to say that finding my wife online was more important than that gorgeous coat. I know that. Yes, I do.)
And, I don't know... but when you achieve all of those things through a blog, you're kind of like, "well, I don't really need to do THAT any more."
So, outside of a massive stint in Hong Kong, Sydney and Tokyo in 2010 that I blogged my way through... I didn't. Really.
But the truth is, I miss it.
I need a daily writing practice because a) I like to write and b) I'm a writer and c) I think writers should write.
But also because I miss it.
I miss the interactions with the readers, I miss the practice of putting my thoughts into some kind of coherent form. And I miss the ability to compose a thought that's longer than 140 characters and more original than a "share" or a "like."
I miss writing, and I blame Laura and my friend C* -- and "working out" for that.