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It's been a while ... it's like coming back home. I've needed to tak a break from blogging to be fully into my cocoon. I was originally planning on calling this post 'Metamorphosis' but I dont think I am quite there yet - nor in the headspace to try and share the last few months.

My dear friend Annie just left now, after a lovely morning of chatting and goal setting. One of my new goals (even though they're not really 'goals' per se, they are what Julia Cameron calls 'filling in the form') is to return to blogging every day. My routine has changed somewhat and I'm going to bed earlier at night and reading, rather than sitting at the computer blogging, so my day is going to require yet another shift about to accomodate time for blogging.

Filling in the form is about doing the little things you need to do every day to work towards your artistic passions. Yesterday I finally joined the Queensland Writers Centre, today it was goal setting with Annie (to get some clarity as to what I should be working with and towards) and I'll also get a couple of grey lead pencils for drawing and scribbling stuff down in my diary. I can see clearly how blogging fits with me need to fill in the details - my need to JUST WRITE!

My main problem of late has been committing myself to writing every day ... and that was the joy about blogging every day. It was writing. Perhaps not always meaningful, deep or otherwise, but it was the act of doing. At this point in my fledgling career as a writer I dont want to stall and loose the momentum that I have been building. I know quite a lot of that momentum was generated by blogging and by the interaction with others in the blog-o-sphere. At least two blog postings here are on the drawing board to be revised as articles to send through to magazines and newsletters ... so I've got myself some short term goals again, something to help me fill in the details so to speak.

Earlier this year the question was visited about why so many blogs fade into oblivion and I remember writing at the time, that if I stopped blogging it would mean that I no longer loved writing. Taking a break is not like giving up all together I guess. Stopping blogging every day didn't mean that my love for writing died - it is still as strong as ever. Stopping blogging every day also didn't mean that I had nothing to write about - there were several short and lengthy posts composed in my head that never made it out onto the screen. Stopping daily blogs did have everything to do with needing to take time out to fill up my cup (something I realised with the post on simple luxuries) and also with facing my fear of putting my thoughts and feeling out here again.

Blogging is as much about filling up the cup as it is abou taking from it. I get such great joy in blogging and sharing, that the time taken out of the day and away from other projects really isn't that significant. It's all about balance after all. And it does seem a little strange that I weathered the eye of the storm in regards to the objections of some of those close to what I had written (or more to the point posted to here from other locations) right here - on this blog .. only to be struck with that fear a month later. Yeah - I know that I can be slow. I guess it was a slow burn.

So it's back to the page I go - because no matter how many hours I spend sitting here typing, I will never be able to 'write to a screen' ... the screen will always be the page, and the page will always await with open arms, and baited breath for another literary adventure.

..coming soon 'Metamorphosis'