The Return of the Artist As An Older (Wiser?) Woman

pixieFor almost ten years, beginning immediately following college, I dabbled in, created a work space for, talked about, and actively participated in the rise of blogging, alongside and becoming friends and colleagues with some of the most famous (and infamous) writers of that period. Where and when aren’t important anymore (no, really), because honestly my contribution was mostly babbling and inside jokes with other bloggers, and what I created wasn’t of much more lasting importance than most youthful word salad, mostly because I didn’t really know what to say or my opinions were green and youthful and (mostly) lacking in depth. Inexplicably, or perhaps explicably, I just stopped one day, and didn’t really look back, without having created the word archive I had the potential to marshal into being.

What I did create, however, was a pretty amazing lasting network of friends offline and in other networks that have contributed to some of the most important events in my life either by their presence, commentary, or support, and that’s what I’ve found to be most important about sharing words in an open space like this: the creation of community, discussion, and thought that lives outside of where those words reside.

I think now I’m ready to step back in and claim my space here, because I DO have things to say, and I’m ready to step up, face forward, and claim my words as my own. I hope you’ll join me in the discussion.