Hello, it's me I've thought about us for a long, long time

Thought about us.  Wondered how you were.  Kept thinking I'd drop by and share awhile.  But time and life got very busy.  And, as with anything, if you stop setting time aside for it, it gets harder and harder to get back to it.  Pretty soon you realize it has been a year or more.  Oh, I've peeked in on you.  And I've read reports on Caneyhead to see what had been going on.  Sometimes those reports made me feel rather insignificant, as it looked like more people were stopping by with me gone than when I was around!  Ha, the ego sure didn't know how to take that one. 

But, today, I am here.  I make no promises and have no expectations.  I just know that today I am here and it feels right.  It feels like home.  

I've seen many bloggers say they stay away because of writer's block.  There have been many things I wanted to say, desired to share with you in the past months.  So, I'd never call it writer's block...as the ideas were there and I'd be writing them in my head....but there wasn't time to come to the keyboard.  And hours would pass....and then sometimes days.  Suddenly what I wanted to say seemed unimportant.  Or I couldn't feel it anymore.   So I didn't care to even try to come and post. 

You see that's how I am about writing.  I can write about just about anything if asked to. And do a fair job of it.  And a few folks that can't write at all might think it is clever. 

But that's not how I prefer to write.  Not the type of writing I enjoy.  In fact there is no real joy in it.  Just a vague feeling of accomplishment in that I can complete a task.  The joy I get in writing...and the only reason I come here...is in having an idea or thought in my head and simply sitting down and writing it out without analyzing it or editing it. 

What you see on this blog that is written by me is all purely straight from my heart and head.  Written all in one setting.  No changes, no editing, no re-writes.  Maybe a spell check, since my 5th grade English teacher told me I could be a writer, but I'd have to have someone proof all my work for spelling.  That was the early 70's.  No one had even thought of spell check then.

When I have these ideas, thoughts, stories, etc. that I want to share it truly burns inside me to share them.  So it hurts me more than it ever could any reader when I can't get here to post.  I suppose I can make one promise...I'll never leave Caneyhead forever.  Whether it is tomorrow or years, I'll always be back.

~Barbara~