Letter to My Blog

Dear Blog,

Deep into writing my new book, I feel like I owe you an explanation. 

First off, I hate your name! Sounds like “bleh!” And after writing one for 14 years now, I confess that I really didn’t know why you're called that. Just now looked up and saw that it’s short for “Weblog,” like a private ship’s log chronicling each day made public on the Web. Makes sense, but still sounds terrible. 

 

Be that as it may, I miss you a bit, but I’m loving the continuity of working on my new book. Whether night-dreaming or daydreaming or walking in the park or seated at my computer, the next sentence appears as a gift from the Muses, moving the work along with a grander design that simply reporting what happened today. If these blogposts are a way for me to gather in a net of words the day’s happenings, to report the events sprinkled with my thoughts and feelings about them, book writing is an event in itself, shaping the day. 

 

Of course, life moves on and there’s more to my day than writing. But according to my April calendar, not much more and happily so. Yes, there’s a few more marches and a visit to the grandkids and a dinner with friends here and there. But mostly the day lies open and free before me and I find myself eager to sit down and set down the next sentence. From May through August, many adventures await— traveling, biking, teaching and more on four continents. There will be plenty to report then from this traveling music teacher, but for now, don’t be surprised if there’s some space between posts. Just to let you know.

 

Now back to Chapter 3.