What do you do, when you want to write about something very personal on your blog – but there are people in your family who sometimes read your blog, and you haven’t told them about it – and don’t plan to tell them anytime soon?
See, if I write what I want to write – I might get an angry phone call from specific members of my family, asking why I didn’t tell them.
The reason I didn’t tell these people is that I didn’t want them to know. I don’t regret that decision one bit. I STILL don’t want them to know.
What I do regret is giving them this blog’s address, when I first began writing. I started this blog so that I would have writing samples for potential employers, and so that my writing skills – and my English – would not go down the drain. (Seriously, I think in Hebrew a lot. I also dream in Hebrew sometimes, and when I talk to myself, I often speak in Hebrew. It messes up my English, a lot.)
So I wanted them to have the address, so that they could pass it on to anyone potentially interesting in hiring me as a writer. Honestly, I don’t think that’s happened. I got a lot of people asking me for online writing samples, so I started this blog. However, because I’m a follower of Murphy, I haven’t received any offers, or requests, since then.
My family still has the address, though. Do they read it? I don’t know. I don’t think so, obviously, or else I wouldn’t be writing this post. But I don’t want to get a phone call from M. drilling me on details of my life that I didn’t want to share with her. I just – don’t.
So, I don’t write. That is why I haven’t written for this past week. That is why, for the past month, and even before that, my writing has become more and more sporadic. Because this personal issue is taking a lot of my time and energy, and often, it takes up most of the non-parenting, non-working thoughts that I have.
What do I do?
I guess I just wait it out, and ask you to wait with me.
Hopefully soon, I will have other things to think about, and my head will be clear again. Until then, bear with me.
(For those who think they know, and who think I’m pregnant – I’m not, or at least, not to my knowledge. This is a different issue.)