2020 has been called many things. A year that started out in countless memes as a “much-needed fresh start”, made an unexpected U-turn in March. From there, it quickly began taking on new adjectives:
As people around the globe watched “normal” get thrown out the window, many found themselves with far more time on their hands than usual.
Appointments of most any kind? Cancelled.
To say the change was jarring might be the understatement of the year. Thankfully, we have stayed safe and stayed healthy—I pray that trend continues.
But once I got past the shock, and managed to get my anxieties (for the most part) under control, I found the extra down time to be rather…freeing. Without the sports rat race, I suddenly had more time to help with homework. More time to spend with my kids away from car rides and soccer fields. More time to rip out half my landscaping play in my flower beds.
More time to just … be.
It also allowed more time for spring cleaning, which led me to dust off my blog. Actually, a Zoom video chat with a few author friends got me thinking about the blog, and it snowballed from there.
This blog started in 2012 as a first step in my author journey. Back then, it was all the rage. Want future readers? Build a blog.
So that’s what I did.
And I enjoyed it. Enjoyed sharing what was on my mind. Sharing encouragement, sharing perspective.
Over time, the blog morphed into a place for helping promote the works of other authors. Later, it also became a place for promoting my own books as they were released or sales were offered.
Occasionally I’d still post about something that was on my mind, but for the most part, inspirational had given way to promotional. And as I video chatted with my friends the other night—one who enjoys blogging, one who detests it LOL—I realized how much I missed Indiana Wonderer. Missed the freedom that writing a rambling blog post could bring. Missed sharing random bits of perspective from of my crazy, beautiful, and oftentimes cluttered mind.
I missed this part of my journey.
Sure, writing novels helps me get my writing fix. After publishing nine books (and having written several more), I can say many, many hours these past number of years have been spent plotting, writing, editing, re-writing, and polishing. But book work doesn’t give me the weekly interactions here like blogging does. Doesn’t let me share my thoughts and interact with you all. Doesn’t let my mind sufficiently wander down the everyday and sometimes mundane paths life leads me to.
Doesn’t let me…wonder.
And trust me—I do a lot of it. 😉
So as I cleaned out the archive last night, and relived memories from some of my favorite posts, I came to one simple conclusion:
I’ve been away for too long.
It’s time to bring Indiana Wonderer back. Hope to see you along the way.
Stay safe, my friends.