Professionalism

In December I wrote my first post here in many months. I hadn't written anything in a long time. Because of Anne. Then I created that post. Because of Anne. The post was about Anne.
And maybe that wasn't very professional. When I started this blog, I stated that its purpose was for me to post some of my creative material and also some of my insights regarding the writing process and what my life is like as a "struggling author". Then I went and had a personal crisis, like all of us do at one time or another and I let it get in the way of other things, including my writing. And then I blabbed about it here.
I won't do that again. But I've also decided to leave the December post intact and on this blog for anyone to read at any time. Because writers don't live in a bubble anymore than anyone else does. We aren't insulated and protected from the outside world and our writing is affected by what happens in our lives. So I'll leave it up and unchanged.
I don't know if anyone ever reads this blog - but when I started it, I knew there was at least one other person in the world who would. She probably doesn't anymore but in any case, I won't throw her name around or use her as an excuse to vent my frustrations. From now on, this blog will just be about what I originally said it would be. What goes on here will continue to be affected by what happens in my personal life but no longer will I drag all that out into the open here. I promise.
I love you, Anne. Thankyou for believing in me as a writer. At least for a little while.