I have 2 email accounts. There’s my personal account, which I check multiple times a day and can access from my phone. Then there’s the new account, which is associated with this blog. I intended to use it for all things blog-related, but this blog hasn’t exactly taken off like I hoped it would. At the moment, the only emails I get into that account are daily posts from Writer Unboxed.
I typically only check that account every couple of days, because I know there isn’t anything important waiting there for me. But, during my convalescence, when I was rarely on my computer for more than a few minutes a week, I neglected to check it at all. I knew what was there: weeks of posts for me to read, which would be time-consuming, which I couldn’t do at the time. So, I ignored it.
Fast forward to tonight. I got out my laptop, intending to get some work done, but I’ve been having trouble getting focused. I wanted to do…something. I just didn’t know what that was. I got on the Hub, my writing forum, but there haven’t been any new posts in the last day or so and I didn’t find anything especially compelling to read. That’s when it hit me that I really did want to do some reading about writing. The Hub wasn’t satisfying that need, but I remembered my weeks of unread emails.
I had 31 unread emails from Writer Unboxed. I’ve made it through 15 of them. Most were interesting. Some were irrelevant to me, so they got immediately deleted. Nonetheless, it was satisfying to read them. For some reason, they were exactly what I needed tonight. I’m trying to understand why. Maybe I wanted to feel connected to other writers as a whole. Maybe I wanted a reminder that I’m not in this alone. Maybe I wanted to read about other people’s experiences and know that they’ve all been where I am now. Whatever the reason, the emails did their job. I may still read some more, but I feel like I can finally get some work done.