Shortly after I started this blog I was happily surprised to be expecting my third child. The thing about pregnancy and me, well, how do I put this? Pregnancy makes me a nicer person. A happier person. Sadly, I can't stay pregnant, but it's nice to have a sort-of journal to look back to, a record of happiness. Proof!
After having Emily, I didn't want litwindowpane to become a place to bitch, or to vent, or to become a record of discontent. I also didn't want litwindowpane to become a 'mommy' blog. And I realized that I didn't really want it to become a place to talk about po-biz either, or a place that romanticizes the 'writing life' -- which btw is not romantic at all and seems more like a curse than a....See what I mean? Be glad I made these decisions, people! -- this left me with the option of shouting out other poets and posting poems that I had been reading. That seemed to go over well, actually.
I've met several bloggers in person -- Wendy, Cynthia, Gina, Kate -- and recently spoke to the fabulous Rebecca on the phone (delightful, completely wonderful!). I've had lovely conversations with Jenni too. The phone has become a much more effective way of communicating. Possibly because my fingers are too tired from typing 3AM - 6PM. (The only time I can get things on the page these days.) Yet, even the phone is tough these days -- at least without interruptions.
Since blogging I've come across a lot of kick-ass poets. A LOT. This is heartening as well as intimidating. At some point reading some of the blogs started causing me a lot of anxiety so I curtailed my blog surfing. Site meter was very good at pointing out who was spending hours and hours going through my archives -- every day. (Note: You are freaking me out.) I had hope that some of my favorite vanished bloggers would reappear: Alberto, Hannah, Stuart...in fact, I still have hopes they will reappear.
I'm not quite sure what do with this space anymore. Should I leave it up for promoting readings etc.? I don't read those type of blogs so why would I expect anyone to read mine? Maybe I'll just keep posting poems that I'm thinking about and shouting out poets that should be shouted out. An occasional photo...
Oh, and before I forget, thanks. Thanks for coming by and sittin' a spell.