Every year I have this debate in my head on the night of daylight savings time: if we are falling back, does that mean it will be lighter in the morning or DARKER? Then I sit and do math in my head (at least, it FEELS like math) and I try to imagine that it’s 7pm now and that means it’s actually POOF! 6pm, which means…wait—is it even light at 7pm? Then I close my eyes really hard and wonder why this is SUCH A HARD THING FOR ME TO GRASP. Every year I do this. Every year. It’s like I need to write a note to my future self to tell me the answer to this awesome mind puzzle!
October has been a long month. 31 days of posting every day about blogging, plus some extra posts each week. I’m tired. But the blogging series made me think. A LOT. About blogging and my time and my writing and my life. This week especially got my brain gears turning as I thought about how NOT to waste time on the internet and also the WHY of blogging for me. As I said in my post, I write because of stories. I want to tell stories.
(Clearly, Quinlyn has stories to tell. If you ever spend time with her, you will hear them. A LOT of them.) With all this in mind, I’ve decided to take a month off of blogging. Maybe two months.
This freaks me out. I have blogged now for 7 years straight. I have never taken a WEEK off. Not through babies and surgeries and travel and everything else. I have always blogged. I am a blogging addict. I do LOVE it, and have had my highest ever pageviews this past month. Pretty fabulous. And a weird time to quit, right? But I have all these books that I keep putting off writing because of the blog. Fiction is still hard for me with kids because I really have to dive in there and have my whole brain in this Other place, so I’m not sure I’ll be working on that. (Even though I have a novel that’s 90% done.) I have 1-3 other shorter non-fiction books that I want to crank out and self-publish, plus a paid editing gig. This blog? Isn’t paying me. It’s not writing books for me. It’s taking the time I would use for books.
I will still have some posts going up. (Look for a great roundup of Thanksgiving side dishes and desserts Monday!) I have a sponsored post or two and if I get time after I finish my other writing, I will blog. But I am planning to just schedule the heck out of my tweets and social shares this weekend (look for lots of links to flashback posts!) and then mostly disappear. Mostly. I mentioned I’m a blog addict, right?
Blog, I can’t quit you.
So no worries that I can’t come back. I just need to shift my priorities and fun and comfort zone a little bit. It’s very uncomfortable to head out of this space. Because: what if no one is here when I get back???
I hope you stay. I hope you subscribe to my weekly email, because I DEFINITELY will continue that. Every week. I’ll give you progress maybe and tell you a bit about what’s happening in the lives of our fam and maybe give you advance news about these books I’m working on. You should really subscribe. (You also get my ebook, Church Isn’t Cute, free. Also, in case that title offends you—which it did one angry commenter a few months back—I don’t think church is cute. I think it’s beautiful. And also wounded and broken because it’s made up of PEOPLE. It’s messy. But not ever, no never CUTE. Got it? ) So sign up for that and follow me on all my social media things, because I WILL be on Pinterest when I’m bored and I will be posting on FB and Twitter every so often.
Wait. That doesn’t sound like much of a break at all! Well, we shall see how this goes. I’m not sure what goals to even make because when I make a goal, usually The Lord laughs at me by giving me three sick kids for two weeks or something. None of that, please! Just time. Lovely, lovely time.
Because I want to leave you with something, here is something lovely and amazing that I created using JibJab, which is now a paid service. I’m not sad at all that I paid to make this little video of Lynn and our four kids. It made me cry with laughter not just once, but twice. I’m not sure you’ll find it as funny because I’ve been laughing at a LOT of stuff that isn’t funny this week. Like: we added new childproof locks on the kitchen cabinets. They open with a magnet. I LOST THE MAGNET. So I can’t get to our trash bags or any of our pots and pans. Oops. Not laughing. (Yes, I’m totally laughing. It’s amazing. I told Rob this would happen. I’m just not RESPONSIBLE with things like magnets, however important.) Make that crying THREE times. I just love this. Consider it a semi-parting gift. Happy Halloween! Don’t forget to fall back.