I’ve often been called a prolific blogger. (Why does that never feel like a compliment?) As life has become more complex and busy over those years – I’ve had three babies in a little over four years, we’ve moved a few times, I’ve cycled in and out of working in marketing for credit unions and non-profits, my husband in graduate school and working full time, now I’m trying to write a book – people just couldn’t understand why I was still writing every.single.day. How did I have time or energy for this kind of output? Granted, not all of it is worthwhile, but I write, almost every single day, and I’ve been doing it for years.
The answer is simple.