Recently, Steve and I started watching a show on Netflix called, Hart of Dixie. It’s a CW drama that we probably could have lived happily without, but we got hooked, and now we are caught up to the current season, and we hear it might be cancelled. It’s probably for the best.
Hart of Dixie is the story of Zoe Hart, a cardiothoracic surgeon in New York, who finds out she has inherited a family medical practice in rural Alabama. She goes, the small town of Bluebell will never be the same, blah, blah, blah. It’s predictable; it’s silly; and for some reason we like it.
The plot is complicated, however, by the on-again, off-again romantic relationship of Zoe and Wade (surprise, surprise!). Since the current season and even the entire show is about to end, and since Zoe and Wade are currently together and (wait for it …) are expecting a baby, I feel pretty confident they will stay together.
In addition to describing the plotline of most prime-time television, it also seems to follow the pattern of a certain on-again, off-again blogger I know … ahem … I am.
Yes, I know at the end of January I said I wasn’t going to blog anymore. And yes, here I am, blogging. You see, about that … I missed it. And I missed you, my readers. I thought that my other writing had taken the place of what I enjoyed about writing, but I was wrong.
Here’s how I described it to my email subscribers:
I’ve been quietly following Deidra Rigg’s Art of Blogging series, and as I read, I remember some of the things I loved about blogging. Not just writing, but blogging. I forgot how much fun it is to welcome people into my own space. Sure, I can write for other magazines and websites. I can even write about the things I want to write about. Most of the time, however, my words in other places are in service of their goals and vision. I like that. I do. I like joining other people in what they are doing.But I like having people over to my place, too. I like arranging my space in a way to make people feel welcome. I like choosing the decorations and refreshments. I like planning the activities and hoping people will stay longer than they planned.Let me say it another way.
Several years ago, I decided to downsize significantly and rent a studio apartment. It was one room, and by the time I loaded it up with all my furniture and books and clothing, there was barely room for me. And when it came to other people, well, let’s just say I didn’t have company very often. I went to other people’s houses a lot. I invited friends out for coffee. Occasionally I’d invite someone over, but once they got there, my space seemed eerily small. Like the presence of two or more people was just too much for the apartment. Ultimately, I didn’t stay there very long.
I’m afraid my website has become a virtual studio apartment: a place where I can store my stuff, but it’s hard to have guests. It’s hard to live there.
So, at the risk of sounding like a cliche television drama, I want you back! I can’t promise that I’ll be the perfect blogger. You probably won’t hear from me every day, and I don’t have any big themes or strategies or guest posts planned.
But I’m here, and I hope you will be, too.
Photo by Cindee Snider Re, used with permission.