I just couldn’t do it anymore.

For five years, I tried to be funny each week.

Some weeks, it just wasn’t possible.  I didn’t feel particularly funny.

That is a problem for a humorist. For the most part, you have to write somewhat funny even when you’re depressed as hell.

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This week for MamaKat’s Writer’s Workshop I’m choosing prompt 1.) Share what you were blogging about last year at this time…what has changed?

It hit me that a year ago week of July 4th, instead of sending in my weekly column as usual, I emailed the publisher my last column. I couldn’t tell him in person because I was afraid my voice would crack; my nose and eyes would run.  And I’d look like an IDIOT.

For five years, I had spent Sunday afternoons drafting a column.

In the car coming back from vacations, on the porch on beautiful spring afternoons, in my room on rainy afternoons when the rest of the world was taking a nap.

I knew it was time to spend my creative energy and talent on other things but like a tired toddler — I didn’t and don’t transition very well.

My husband, if reading, is nodding his head vigorously.

So what’s the deal a year later?

Well, I still send in a column every now and then. If the muse is there, I can write for my Morgan County Citizen readers.

I am able to concentrate more fully on freelance writing assignments.

I spend more time having fun blogging and meeting the vast social blogging universe.

I can get serious about a first draft of this story that is forming in my head.

I’m sad that I don’t have that weekly connection with my beloved readers.

No. I’m mostly sad that I can’t do it all. Be funny, creative, writing everything I’d like and still make family my number one priority.

This is good for me and I am happy.

I’d just be happier if I could do it all.

I think.

Where were you a year ago?