Blogs are such a strange medium. I always think that because my readership is so low that I can say anything I want. That is of course unless I talk about Brazilian waxing, black girls with thick booties, anal or any number of topics that send my stats skyrocketing and droves of horny people to be dissapointed by my very unsexy blog. For the most part, like I always say, this is my journal.
Admittedly, I have felt stumped lately as to how to proceed. My mother found out from a friend some of the things that I had said about her on this blog. It was only the most recent posts that were cause for concern, considering most things I have said about her in the past I had read to her. I was working through some emotions about our situation and was representing things as I see them.
It became this big ugly conversation, and I can’t really say that it is entirely resolved. But out of that for a while I just didn’t feel like I could write about what is happening in my life anymore. The things is about writing is it changes the moment you’re done doing it. All the passion and emotion you feel in a particular situation can really charge things that you write. Later you could approach that same writing feeling differently.
I am not sure what I am saying. I guess I am saying I am going to try to go back to posting regularily on this blog. Of course it is a constant lesson of mine to be careful how I talk about my loved ones especially since they don’t have an opportunity to speak for themselves.
