I sure miss writing. I was in the grocery store the other day and flashed on a character from my novel. I missed the family, the location, the process. Not enough to finish editing it apparently. Last summer I went on a camping trip with a memoir that changed my mind. When I got home I emailed my writing group that I was switching. I wanted to work on my own memoir. I hadn’t planned on showing it to anyone for a very long time but the book I’d read over the weekend changed my mind about writing fiction.
In my group were some really neat people. I felt so lucky because not only were they good writers we all got along, and it seemed like we were similarly inclined in terms of our priorities. You know like with deadlines and getting work in on time. I totally dropped the ball, though, in the end. I’ve dropped a lot of balls since the holidays. But I’ve got my priorities straight.
Anyhoo, just typing the entry about the sculptors was a little bit enticing. I still can’t get over puzzling the significance — Is it something to do with thinking three-dimensionally? Mia brought that up and I’ve been thinking about the implications but I don’t know what they are .
Going around to see what you all have been up to is fun. Of course Jeri has been hard at it all these months, plugging away at her craft, getting better each and every year. That’s why it’s bad to stop. It’s like anything else. Use it or lose it.
I don’t know about you guys but everyone I know has a cold. Even people in other states. It’s like an epidemic here. People get it again, passing it back and forth. It’s more like a flu than a cold. And it has a personality. It makes you feel like you’re a complete zero. Like you are one big blah. I never, EVER feel like that is why I know it’s the bug talking. Today was the first time I’ve left the house or even been outside in four days. My daughter and her boyfriend have it, too, and we all keep each other up at night coughing. I can’t wait to be well.
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