Blogging My Way Home

It had been a long time since I'd thought about how hard blogging was for me, in the beginning, but when I decided that I wanted to publish my vampire story I remembered.  

I remembered the early days of my first blog. I remembered how I didn't want anyone to read what I had written. And how I decided I should hide it. Doing that wasn't hard for me. I had been hiding things all my life. To just keep on hiding suited me just fine.

While I eventually got comfortable with the blog when I thought about sharing my fiction - all my old insecurities came rushing back. But I decided I should do it.  

So I revisited my old orphaned manuscripts. And I thought about all the false starts and the writing that I had loved, then hated. I saw those fragments, those bits and pieces stretching across the entire course of my life like stepping stones in the dark.

And I knew that following them had saved me.