maya angelou on what it takes to be a writer:
something to say, the ability to express it, and the courage to express it at all.
sue monk kidd on what it takes to be an empowered woman:
a soul of one’s own, the ability to voice it, and the courage to voice it at all.
–as told in the final chapter of the dance of the dissident daughter
i don’t know why you started blogging, or reading blogs, or at what point the word blog stopped sounding like a burp gone wrong to your ears. i kind of want to know though. can we take a second to have that conversation? not to talk about what has changed or been lost or gone commercial but just to remember when you didn’t know what a blog even WAS . . .
i started blogging in 2010 to make the most of a conference where i was marketing kid’s books to mom bloggers with one ear and listening to the buzz of empowered, creative energy humming through the halls with the other. that week, i made real friends that i then got to know on the internet, saw a potential outlet for the words ringing in my head, and decided to channel my energy blogward into dearabbyleigh.com. and truly, madly, deeply – i have never looked back.
i freaking love the internet.
i love the immediacy, the unfiltered creativity, the memes, gifs, and hashtags, and i absolutely love the honest-to-greatness real people on the other side of the screen.
and i love to write.
it’s the one constant interest i can put my flighty fingers all over.
put the two together and blogging is a dream. add a job in digital marketing and i’m writing on and for the internet all day, every day. i write tweets, bios, headlines, and emails. i write and re-write and get home and guess what? i don’t write a thing.
and for a season that was fine. perfectly, in fact. acceptable and maybe even best for me.
and all of a sudden, it isn’t.
and all of surprise, i’ve a fire to do something about it.
i’d quit blogging if it meant i would write
that’s the one honest thing i’ve written in the last month. it’s both ridiculously frustrating and unreasonably freeing at the same time. just how i like my clarifying realizations.
and while i can’t stop won’t stop the internet altogether, i can do some work in the focus department. i can rein in my wandering words and get to work on the craft of writing. i can do that off the internet, too maybe even on paper. i can dream about output that lives in the 3D world, maybe even just for me. i can practice and polish and piece together something i don’t even know about just yet.
part of that noodling is a shift in this space – a little reorganizing what’s here and a little reimagining what could be in the coming year. i love the internet, and i love writing on the internet, and i don’t plan on stopping. my hope is to find a bit of the abby i’m missing in the middle of dearabbyleigh, and invite her to the table with maya and sue.
because i’m starting to remember that not so long ago abby. she found a language and a tribe, empowerment for life and for writing. now it’s her time to dig up something worth saying. now for the hard work, the soul voice, the courage.