It seems ironic that today, the one-year anniversary of The 4 A.M. Writer, I have nothing to write about. It’s the first time ideas have eluded me. In the past year I’ve written more than 90 posts. Inspiration has struck at the most unexpected times and places. But this week, nothing.
So I’ve decided in honor of my one-year anniversary, to give myself the week off.
I started this blog to add some discipline to my writing life. Maintaining a weekly posting schedule has helped me adhere to this intent. If I write nothing else during the week, the blog holds me accountable for producing a few hundred words.
I’d also hoped to find my voice and hone my writing skills. I can’t say I’ve succeeded, for these goals are moving targets, never-ending works in progress.
Freedom of expression has been one of the greatest aspects of writing a blog. Its content is limited only by my muse, and it can evolve over time. Who knows what The 4 A.M. Writer will look like next November, but I’m looking forward to finding out.
My following one year on is small but loyal. I’m grateful to everyone who shows up week after week, and I love when you share your thoughts. Connecting with all of you has been the best, most unanticipated side of blogging.
Thank you all for your continued support. See you next Monday.