I haven't written in a long time. I took the move from Calgary pretty hard. I still miss it, truth be told. I was dealing with that while in NY last summer, waiting for my first grandchild to be born when my Mom had a seizure. Meanwhile, my husband was back home alone, preparing to retire. Everything turned out fine, but geez! Writing was the last thing I wanted to do. I didn't want to think anymore than I had to.
I focused more on photography. You don't have to face your feelings when you're trying to figure out a camera's settings or the best way to frame a scene.
But the thing is, when you're a writer, the blank page nags at you. Unfinished projects are there, in the back of your mind, kind of weighing you down. I want to write on my blog, I want to work on my book. I want to write a friggin email!
But, if it please the court, I don't want to think. It's too hard. If I think, I'll remember the day Mom had the seizure and I thought she was dying. Or wondering if a baby would be safe in my son's house. Or worrying about my marriage in this new phase of our lives.
Everyone is fine. Really. Mom is doing very well. My son and his wife are wonderful, devoted parents. My husband and I are having fun now that he's retired. Deep breath. Exhale........
And hey- in the meantime, I got some nice photos:
Hmm.. they're all at night. What's up with that?