Take a breath; take a leap

I have spent a lot of time over the last six to twelve months doing a lot of naval gazing and soul searching about what it is I actually want to do next. My child is fourteen, which was always kind of my mental line for when I’d step out into the world again, my job as Mom not over, by a long shot, but certainly not needing to be quite so fulltime all the time.

I’ve realised I’m happier when I’m not on social media. I’ve realised I miss long form writing. I’ve realised I want to make things, create stuff, write stuff, without worrying too much about monetising it. I think the admin of it all would be easier if I wasn’t doing admin at my Day Job, but I find I get home and I just want to either stare at my phone playing dumb games, read (I am reading so much more since I basically quit social media), or make things up.

I miss the long form.

I’ve been considering gathering all my various back ups from all the places and planting them somewhere. I may put them here behind a patreon wall - you only get my history if you are willing to fund my future. ;) It’s more for me than anyone else. Having it all in one place would be nice.

I remember in the early days of Facebook reading something by John Scalzi where he said that while he would mirror stuff to other platforms, he wanted his home on the internet to be a place he controlled. I remember thinking, “gosh, that’s a great idea”, and then not doing anything about it. I regret that. But I like to tell people that it’s only too late when you’re dead. And I ait’nt dead yet, to quote one of my favourite witches.

So here I am. Going back to the writing roots. Maybe saying things that people will like, that will resonate. Hopefully having tea with some of you.

Welcome to my tea table. The pot is fresh.