After six months of writer’s block, I am back.
To be honest, it was more like writer’s coma. I’d been blogging faithfully for nearly eight years, posting every Monday morning with only a handful of skips, and realized one day my focus had shifted to things other than writing.
Back in April 2011, things like brand and tribe and algorithms were foreign to me, but the more I blogged, the more these concepts evolved and became clear to me as a writer.
I needed a change; my blog needed a change, but when the will shuts down, the brain follows, so I went into a writing coma.
I am here to tell you all that advice about soldiering through writer’s block is a bunch of hooey. What works for one person doesn’t work for another, but even in my comatose state, I kept all the advice and good intentions in the back of my foggy brain, knowing that in the end, if I were to recover, it would be solely up to me.
Google informed me in early 2019 that some of the widgets I used on my blog were being eliminated. They advised me to save material or I might lose it. Oh goody, I didn’t have to make any decisions; they would be done for me.
I was disappointed when nothing changed on my blog after the deadline. It looked as dated as ever, the equivalent of stepping into an old house and finding the same shag carpeting and wood paneling that was there the day before.
Not very tech savvy, I tried hiring professional help (anyone with at least more know-how than I had). I knew what I wanted: simple, serene, sincere, and I am not a blogzilla, but after six months, still hadn’t found help, so I tried to do it myself. Blogger offered suggestions, but what if after I pressed a button, I created a bigger mess or deleted the work of eight years?
My oldest son and his wife took pity on me, and long story short, it took me longer to find my old password, than it took for them to press a couple of buttons,
and – here I am.