Since November, it seems as if I have a really difficult time writing. Anything. I’ve been working on my second round of edits for one of my novels since April, and so far… Well, let’s just say I haven’t gotten much editing done, let alone blogging.
To be fair, I’ve had some things to deal with, and sometimes, when my feelings and focus are elsewhere, and it’s still really difficult to find the time to write, it starts to feel like a chore, and that is not what I want. So I give myself a little break. Tell myself, “When this passes, we can start again.”
Except that this year, when something bad happens, it has been immediately followed by something worse. Or so it has seemed. I am in a constant state of regret, thinking back to the previous crisis and thinking, “That wasn’t fun, but it’s nothing like what I’m dealing with now.”
Anyway, home is not a terribly comfortable place right now for neither The Boy nor I. The Man is struggling with some emotions, and due to old habits and behaviors, is not dealing with it constructively. And The Boy and I are struggling to stay above it, live our lives as “normally” as possible, and dig deep for patience within ourselves. We’re kind of living “in limbo” waiting for The Man to realize that we are still here and we love him.
Please pardon my absence here. I miss blogging terribly, and maybe someday I will be able to blog through the struggles. Right now, I can’t. But you can sit and wait with me, if you’d like. It’s always easier with friends. 🙂