denise Leora madre

Image Courtesy of thaikrit / FreeDigitalPhotos.net So I was supposed to return here December 1 st with my post-Nano post, full of anecdotes about my success and lessons I learned during the month. But I ran into a snag. Rather, a snag ran into me. Since November 30 th I have had numbness/iciness/tingling in my body, most acutely in my left arm and leg, and my energy level has been compromised. Assorted tests have revealed nothing so far, but I am not worried. I know I am healed in every respect… just waiting for my body to get the memo. Thus I was in the hospital sans laptop for three days, and as my fingers were disinclined to cooperate, I was unable to post. Had they felt differently, this is the gist of what I would have said: “I did not complete Nano this year, and failing has never felt so good.”

Image courtesy of Stuart Miles / FreeDigitalPhotos.net So I have started a blog. (You know that. You're reading it now...)  And though I am excited and proud of myself for adding my voice to the blogosphere chorus, a small yet insistent part of me wonders, “What on earth have I written myself into?” You see, blogging is no longer—if it ever was—a cute little way to indulge your interest in or ire toward a subject. Blogging, for the writer especially, is critical for a successful career. It provides a platform for your perspective, gives your readers insight to your slant on life, and proves your marketability beyond the opinions of your mom, best friend, and collection of house plants. And here I thought I was blogging for fun.