I spend about 1/3 of my day writing. Writing for the people and the organizations that pay me and on occasion, a few that don’t. I write emails, and to-do lists, text messages and tweets, Facebook updates and grocery lists, interview notes and articles…it never ends. So when the time comes to sit down and write a blog post here — oh, wait — that never happens. And on the off-chance it does, I usually procrastinate as to not face the fact that I’ve failed to be one of those bloggers who writes consistently and shares beautiful photos and is so great they wind up in some of my favorite magazines and I feel like a totally failure.

Just kidding.

Sort of.

My last blog post was on November 4th, which means I haven’t written here in over two months — by far the longest I’ve strayed since I began this blog. Shortly after writing that post, I thought about giving the whole blog thing up entirely…for about three minutes. Then I realized, my blog didn’t have to die. While it’s no longer my full-time focus, I still think my little corner of the Internet deserves a fighting chance.

If not for you, for me; to have a place that’s my own. It’s not perfect and I’m not entirely sure where it’s going (NOTE: THINGS YOU’RE NEVER SUPPOSED TO ADMIT ON A BLOG) but I wouldn’t be me without it.

In fact, some of the people I’ve crossed paths with over the last few months may not even know that it exists. And that’s weird for me. But it’s okay.

I always knew I loved to write but this blog was where I realized that there were people who might just actually enjoy what I wrote about (and a few that didn’t but they can ::makes inappropriate gesture at the screen::). When it comes to writing, it was my first true love.

A lot of bloggers will tell you they write for their readers. Their fans. The people that make them get up every morning, sit down with their coffee, and write about their lives on the Internet. This is not that blog and I am not that girl. Call me crazy, but I believe you should write for yourself first. Because if I don’t want to be here, than the reader (you) sure as hell doesn’t either.

Plus, I don’t drink coffee.

So in my twisted and round about way, I’m telling you that I’m glad we’re both here. I’m not going to write if I don’t want to and save us both the misery. If you simply can’t stay away from my poetic wordsmithing – you can always find me happily typing away over at The Indianapolis Star.

But without making any promises, I think I’ll start coming here more often.