As many might have noticed, I took down my previous website with all its content. And hid in a safe, comfy hole for a little while. Contemplating how (and if) I wished to return.
As many of you also know, I’m not one of those people who enjoys doing things the way I’m told I should do them. Not that I don’t take advice that strikes some cord with me, no. Rather, that I have strived to be as independent a thinker as possible. Independent thought, after all, can be the breeding ground for new and wonderful things.
I was told before I needed to blog. A lot. That my blog should have a very specific theme. A specific schedule. That I should be on social media. A lot. This was the secret, you see. The secret to being successful. Popular. The secret to selling many books.
For me… it was the secret to burnout and almost the end of my writing altogether.
I have a full-time job. A job I actually very much enjoy. I’ve been doing it for 17 years. And I never endeavored to be a full-time author.
You see, I am not a writer. Or a nature enthusiast. A foodie. Or knitter. I am lots of things. I am Lisa. Labels and definitions suffocate our potential to exploring (and becoming) the indescribable.
I don’t want to spend every waking hour on the computer. I’m on it a lot of the time to begin with. I don’t want to spend every spare minute scribbling. What a boring writer I would be if I did. And that’s what I felt I was becoming. I felt I was becoming a writer. And that’s all.
Writers are amazing creatures not just because they weave fantastical worlds in their head. They’re also amazing because that’s how life has shaped them. Even the most made up of things has an element which was derived from the real. And if we are to tuck ourselves away from the world and those experiences which shape the basis of our existence. We limit ourselves. Or at least that’s how I feel.
My fiction is real. Very real. Shaped from experiences I have witnessed in my own life and in others. Reality lurks in the shadows of my pages. And that’s my sneaky way of trying to get people to relate. And to ultimately (hopefully) learn some sort of lesson.
So by spending endless amounts online, I was essentially being robbed of experiences. Experiences which would ultimately shape new stories. Especially my own. In essence, the computer and all the “things I should/need to do” was stealing my words. My life.
I took a step back. Many, actually. Re-evaluated. Yesterday is behind me. Today, a fresh start. New beginnings. They can be scary, but so very exciting. And absolutely necessary.
I turned off the paved road and decided to walk in an unknown, unmarked land. And it’s beautiful. And full of possibility. And experiences. Words. Stories. Lessons. All of which I desire so deeply to share with each of you.
So, yes, I am back. But in a different way. I’m still around, but I may not respond to you as frequently as you may have become accustomed to. And that doesn’t mean I don’t see you. Don’t care. I do. That’s why I didn’t hide away forever. I’m still going to blog. But the only theme will be that it is me living within these pages. I will write about anything. Everything. And sometimes, nothing at all. But it will be the one thing I know my readers and fans and friends have grown to love. It will be 110% pure me.
In addition to posts here on my blog, I will be sending out the occasional newsletter. If you’re interested in receiving little special bits of me delivered to your e-mail, there’s a place for you to sign up on the right-hand side of this screen.
So, again, welcome back old friends, I’ve missed you. I appreciate you. And hello to my new ones. I’m glad you’re here. I appreciate you too.
Until next time,