Four Years

I'm in a bit of a blogging rut.  I keep thinking of things I want to write about--Iran or the assault on women's rights, for example--but by the time I make it to my computer I feel diminished.  What do I have to add to these topics?  What makes my own perspective unique?

Anyone who's maintained a personal blog has likely asked themselves these questions, and I've certainly asked them many times over the past few years.  Actually, Sunday, March 11, will be the four-year anniversary of my first post.  I initially created it as a place to post photographs and remember parts of our trip to London.  At the time, I was still wary of writing too much personal information in a public space, so I didn't provide much context.

In March, 2008, my brother and I (and my friend Nancy) flew from Cincinnati to London to see my dad, who flew there from Kenya with my other brother, who met him in Nairobi a week earlier.  This had been my dad's first extended trip to Kenya, six months, and seeing him safe in London was surprisingly emotional for everyone.  He leaves again next week, after spending nearly three months in Ohio.

London's Gatwick Airport, March 2008; we're hoping to get a flight home

I'm still editing and revising; today I topped 80,000 words.  Things I've had trouble translating into blog posts have been much easier to talk about in fiction.  Maybe I should throw in an Iranian subplot?