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I am a terrible blogger. I have no desire to sign on and write about what I’m doing or thinking. That’s not the kind of writer I am. I need a topic, a source. I need a deadline.

I’ve been out of newspapers for about a year now, and I miss it. I miss writing; I miss the thrill of picking up the paper and saying, “I created that.” I left newspapers because I felt tremors before the Earth really started to shake under every newspaper office in the country.

When I relocated to Florida and started looking for a new job in papers an alarm went off. No one was hiring. Then the layoffs came. I heard of classmates losing their jobs and others barely surviving layoffs. Those that were left to man the newsrooms were working longer hours and expected to produce more in half the time. That lifestyle didn’t match the kind of life I wanted and after hours of tearful conversations with my parents and fiancé, I decided it was time to look for a new career path.

I was excited when I was offered the job I hold now, working in admissions at a major university. I loved working with prospective students as an undergrad and thought it was the great fit for me. It is a great fit. I really enjoy what I do, but it’s not what I really love, and that’s writing.

There’s no real point to this post, except to get these feelings off my chest. My goal for the summer it to learn how to write without a deadline…I’m open to suggestions.