The Write Time

It’s been four months since I last wrote an entry to this blog. It’s been four months since I last wrote anything, actually. Prior to giving birth, I had been writing this and that for Radio Republic. When I turned in my coat (not that I have ever worn one or even have one…It’s a pretty bad analogy, come to think of it) for the company to focus on my pregnancy, I picked up my old job of writing web content for Rudolf, my stern Canadian boss with whom I often got into minor tufts with. (The pay was so-so but it was home-based and writing is almost second nature to me so it wasn’t a bed of nails but it wasn’t made of roses, either.)

When Maaya, my little rosebud of a daughter was born, I turned in my c—I took a bow from writing altogether. I said my farewell to Rudolf, wrote a four-part pregnancy story on this blog and shook off writing from my life.

It wasn’t something that I planned, it just happened naturally. My hands were simply too full—figuring out how to use the baby sling, rocking Maaya to sleep at night, checking her forehead for fever, being a mother. I simply lost time for writing, told myself it wasn’t important.

 But it is.

The funny thing about something you love doing but somehow put off doing for one reason or another, is how it starts making its presence known. Gently at first. A little knocking in your heart, maybe. Then it starts becoming more insistent, like an audible echo and you start scratching your head. The next step is usually less inconspicuous . It manifests in reality. You start seeing and hearing signs everywhere. In the book you are reading, from the lips of your husband, in your friend’s email.

And the next move is yours. You either succumb to the call or you drive yourself crazy.

I did both.

I wrote a crazy letter to my neighbor about his dog. You can read about it on my Facebook page. Not that I regret any of it. Caged dogs make me all sad inside. But it was a pretty long letter. I filled up one whole page of my sketchpad, back to back, in my tiny handwriting, single-spaced.  

Yup, it was all those months of suppressed writing, exploding into a deeply heartfelt and lengthy letter to my neighbor about his dog. As I folded the letter neatly into an envelope and sealed it, I knew it was time to get back to writing.

So, hello once again, blog!

I’ve missed you terribly. 

P.S. I’m still waiting to hear from my neighbour (and his dog).


About reformedrockstar

I'll tell you what I'm not. I'm not a radio DJ, a TV host, an events host, a tattoo artist nor a bad ass rock chick bass player. I am quite simply, a child of God. This blog is His story. :) View all posts by reformedrockstar

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