"My Apologies," says the whisp of a blogger...

There is a ghost of a writer here, a person who used to blog so freely and regularly. Then life kept getting in the way, and the writing dwindled. She tried to keep at it, and one day she realized she needed a break. She wanted nothing more than to escape, get far away, run. Run from everything- blogging, commitments, old haunts, friends and foes, and even her dreams. She wanted to bury herself. She re-activated her Facebook, showed up there as if hiding in plain sight, and attempted to re-build herself, somehow still trying to fight the urge to hide underground.

In a twist of near irony, she moved to the basement of her house, calling it her batcave (because she has a sense of humor, and loves Batman). Somehow she had managed to symbolically bury her physical self and possessions in the basement. Maybe she needed this more than she had thought originally. She still wanted to run. She still wanted to hide. To be honest, she still had difficulty denying the urge to stay 10 feet under the grass and maybe just let herself be forgotten.

Instead of that, instead of the whisper of darkness trying to claim her being allowed to win, she’s going to fight back. She’s going to stay above ground (metaphorically speaking, she does sleep in the basement now!) and give everything she’s got. Most of the time. Some days she’s still going to feel exceedingly lazy and allow herself to cave in.

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