Tuesday, January 21

ten years

In May 2010, I posted for the first time to this blog, so we are nearing the 10th anniversary of the creation of OneArmGirl. That's gotta mean something, right?


Granted, I have sadly neglected this poor blog, and you faithful readers, if you are still out there, for the past four years. In the years 2017 and 2018, I wrote a total of one post respectively. Somehow it is worse that I took the time to write one!

As usual, there are reasons, but no real excuses for my lax creative integrity. I was in a raucously unhealthy relationship for longer than I'd like to put in writing. Not surprisingly, it sucked the life out of me, leaving little left to offer here, and too much shame to dig any deeper into my psyche. And strangely concurrently, my life got a lot more stable--I bought a house, got comfortable in my job, frequented local coffee shops--and I luxuriated in comfortable monotony.

But shame on me, as a self-identified memoirist, to avoid the real gunk of life!

It's a new year, a new era, and gunk of life I shall bring you. I admit this new resolve is somewhat selfish in nature (shocking for a vocation that demands self-absorption, I know!). I find myself now in the midst of a personal metamorphosis, the magnitude of which would measure at least a 5.5 if we had a Richter scale for such things (someone, please create one!). Not since moving back to New Mexico in 2009 have I intended as much difference in my life's focus and geography.

In the last year, I have found love, gotten married, become a step-mom, and moved to Florida. And now I want to write, for real.

Let the journey continue...

OneArmGirl