I briefly toyed with the idea of doing NaBloMoFo or whatever it is, but then I went the other way by not blogging at all.
In truth, I’ve had too much going on to blog. Which sounds ridiculous, because isn’t that what I’m supposed to be blogging about?
I have this issue with truth. In college creative writing classes they taught us about “Creative Non-Fiction,” a term, I have heard, you’ll get laughed out of town for using in the publishing world, even though it’s taught like it’s a real thing in college. We were taught with triumphant school speak that your experiences are yours! Your reality is from your perspective! Own it! Write about it honestly! Don’t worry about truth in facts! Deal with truth of emotion. (I got tired of the exclamation points and felt that one more would just be obnoxious).
But here’s the thing, I don’t own my life, because my life isn’t just about me. If I tell you where I was the last week and what I was doing and who I was with and how I felt about it, it wouldn’t just be about me, and there’s a part of me that feels like that’s supremely unfair. The people in my life agree to be my friends, they don’t agree to be my subjects, and I’m not 100 percent sure about how to reconcile that in my head.
Do you wrestle with that? How do you find your balance between talking about your life and ratting out the people you love?
I’m still going to keep blogging. And I’m going to try to be as honest as I can, but this is something I’m struggling with right now. Funny. Green bloggers don’t have these problems. Kitty litter never hurt anyone’s feelings (as far as I know).