Size Seven Shoes

Whatever happened to the days when people just wrote about themselves and their lives candidly, without too much concern for how polished it would appear, or how much engagement it would stimulate online?  I know it's unlikely there will ever be a similar season once again, but I do miss the era where blogs reigned supreme. I probably have said this before in past blog posts, but I guess the sentiment never goes away and keeps bubbling back up to the surface.  So I just keep bringing it up.  I recall a time growing up where so many people in my life owned personal blogs and actually made time to frequently update them. It was great being able to have such a huge writing community, so to speak. I mean, they didn't all think of writing in as fond a manner as I do, but nevertheless they wrote.  And words are my kind of romance.  Most of us even had a special corner of our blog where we would showcase a list of all our friend's blogs.  It was a great shortcut t...

 ... and I'm wondering where You are.  How fully occupied spaces now seem vacant.  And undeniable evidence has dwindled to the point of questionable existence.  While everyone carries on, like not a thing has changed Oh, but it feels like  Everything has. 

Some time back I signed up for an editorial mentorship program. I literally registered for it, and promptly forgot all about it. That is, until lately, when I received an email saying that I'd been granted a place to join the next cohort for the program.  I still wonder if I made the right decision to join such a program. The reason being I'm not certain if I'll be committed enough to see it through, given the way my life goes at the moment. Mostly because it's so wrapped up with my kids and whatever is going on in their lives.  Yet I tell myself, I'll regret for not trying.  So fingers crossed that something good will come out of the next few months, and that I'll have the determination to see everything through to its completion.  I still love being in editorial. My love for writing endures, though I would say I continue to disappoint myself with the lack of quality as well as output that can be attributed to my name.  I remember yet the tone a friend of mine ...