So the actual story OF Clessonville is forming in my head some more. I'm going to have to do some research on how to write historical fiction. I've never really tried to do that before. Right now the story has a few characters, but is just kind of in pieces. No beginning, no ending, no plot, just fragments of SOMETHING and I'm not sure what. When I started this blog I wasn't sure if anyone I knew would read it. I wasn't sure if I wanted to connect it to my real life even. I thought it might just be this anonymous alter ego thing that I put out there and no one knew the real me. However that is slowly changing over time. I'm learning to connect myself to the blog, to take myself seriously as a writer, and I'm starting to put more effort into it. I'm realizing that I have hobbies and skills that are actually useful, even if no one but me acknowledges them, and I'm hoping to feed and nurture these parts of me better than I have been for the last few years. In doing so I should gain my sense of "self" back again, something I have a habit of losing over and over again. Too often in life I am "A Cute Girl's Mom" or "Wife of Somebody Important". Rarely am I "Somebody". Need to work on that I guess, over and over.
And this blog post strikes me as something that I might cross over to my other blog as well, at least in parts. Hmm... another thing I never planned to do.
