Like so many things in which we dabble in our lives, some just sometimes get the back burner for a while. Such is this blog. I was passionate about writing and consistent with posting. And then, well, life happened.
And by life, I mean my second breast cancer diagnosis last November. It just kind of took the wind out of my sails, if I am honest about the whole thing. I found that when I wanted to write on my personal blog, or even take some time to write a few pages of a would be novel, all I could think about was that cancer sucks and it was getting in my way. I wanted to write about it, but then I didn’t want my blog, the blog I worked hard at to entertain the three people who read it, to be about that.
What I should have done was kick IT in the ass and continue writing. But instead, I concentrated on some other things, all the while thinking that sometime I’d get back to it.
And since I am at a new stage in life, almost one year out, my son in the beginning throes of middle school and my daughter all grown up in second grade, I thought I would try it again.
So let me re-introduce myself.
My name is Maria. I am a chocoholic, a romance novel junkie, aspiring novelist, stay-at-home mom to two awesome kids and wife to the most patient man on earth. I was a journalist, I won some awards for that back in the day and they are sooooo old that you can’t even find me on the New England Press Association archives. I didn’t make the cut because I guess it was easier to just dump microfiche with the names of the old reporters. What the hell is microfiche you ask? Don’t ask. It just means that I am too old for any of my awards to come up when I Google myself. (You know you have too, so don’t judge.)
I live in the sticks surrounded by pines and some of the nicest people I have met in my 46 years. Yes, I just told you my age, too. It’s okay. I am embracing it. If I say that enough I might believe it. We live with a black cat who thinks she’s the mother to our 1 1/2 year old Dalmatian. Now before you go and think that Dalmatians are high energy and hyper and all that stuff, would you say to a parent of a child — “I heard that children are high energy and hyper” if you didn’t have any? No. I didn’t think so. Children and Dalmatians are high energy and hyper and I can say this through experience. But it helps if you run them. I’m talking about the dog. The kids, well, I probably need to run them too. Actually Jackson, the dog, is really pretty mellow. Give him a chair with a pillow and he’s good to go.
I am also a habitual digresser when it comes to blogging. In my quest to attempt writing funny, which I am not at all sure that I do, I go off on silly tangents. See above.
In any case, here I go again. I have some more to say, what with all the new issues that come with being the mom of a middle schooler, of a second grader aspiring to be a fashion girl and that novel still hanging around. And I have a thing or two to say on breast cancer.
So, I hope you will welcome me back to your inbox, your RSS feed or Facebook status.