Up until the past few days, my writer’s page on Facebook has warned me that I’ve been delinquent about posting. I’ve watched the days tick up – “It’s been – 42, 43, 44 – days since you last posted!” – ignoring its observation that those who like my page haven’t heard from me in a while. Or rather, not ignoring, necessarily, but not doing anything to change that fact, either.
It HAS been a while. My last post was in the middle of January, and that was only to link to a piece I’d had published elsewhere. After a few months of pretty heavy writing in the fall, my word-count has dropped to just about zero for the first eight weeks of 2016. It’s to the point where even Facebook has given up on me; the sidebar for my page no longer implores me to post but sits silent instead, lonely and neglected.
I have an excuse (of course I do, I always do) for my long silence, but I’ll let Katie explain, as she’s a much cuter spokesperson than I:
Translation: we’re expecting another little Palmer sometime in August!
As it turns out, growing a baby while simultaneously chasing a toddler around the house is exhausting. I know others have managed to maintain careers and hobbies and other such things while also continuing to do housework and care for their families, but, well, I did not. For the first trimester, all of my writing time converted itself into sleeping time; it was all I could do to keep my eyes open during the day.
The good news is that I am now a few weeks into trimester two, and my energy is slowly but surely returning. The bad news is that good habits, such as writing regularly, are much easier to lose than they are to regain.
All this to say: I’m still here. I’m ok (better than ok, in fact – we’re thrilled to be adding to our family!). And I’ve been meaning and wanting to write for some time now. Consider this my, “Hello, World” post for the new year, and look for a return to writing soon.
(Also: thanks for sticking with me through my long silence!)