Missing monkey

Today I checked out my Google reader for the first time in who knows how long. And I saw that Nina has been blogging again.

I have not.

When I started on Facebook, and then actually started *using* that Twitter account I've had forever, all my idle writing time and random thoughts got redirected there. Which is sad, because I used to really enjoy writing more than 140 characters at a time.

It's also sad that I think I stopped writing because I thought no one was really interested. My former place of employment was such a degrading cesspool of misery, that I spent a few years there thinking that I wasn't really worth much, and making lots of bad choices because of that mistaken notion. But clicking through some old posts, I see a lot of linkbacks, so I guess folks relay were reading after all!

Yes, I said former employer. I left in January, and like Nina, have been taking some time to try to figure out what would make me happier. I was *supposed* to be writing, but haven't done nearly enough of that. Finding Nina again today reminded me of my own beloved blog here.

I can't promise that I'll be as prolific as I once was. First of all, I need to start writing under my real name, to build up my reputation and clips file. And I'm still not comfortable having employers see some of the tales of my wild urban youth. (Also, my mom is totally into the interwebs now; she finds everything.) But I can try.

I love and miss you all. And I miss Maggie!

love and monkeys,
xo