i’ve been doing all my writing at night. and i’m tired. it’s been keeping me up too late, but it’s the time i seem to really settle into it and get a chance to pound the words out. some of my best words tie together at night. bed, laptop, music, quiet, and away we go. i still haven’t settled on a project. again with the stick your toes in the water but don’t dive right in kind of thing. i have a lot of people telling me TO write. I want you to write, they say.
i write here….often, but not often enough. i write emails to send to Colorado at 2:30 a.m. when it’s dark and i’m lonely and unsure of how we are going to make it all work. those emails usually contain those great big bomb words i don’t want my mother to read. Like, *&#* this is so hard, i miss you. i’ve started a few stories, lacking in faith to put them together. i’ve written a handful of poems. then just when i think about it, i find myself back at the editor focused on the photos.
never enough time is there? i want to write. i want to take more photos. i want to make a new quilt. i want to learn to sew a skirt. i want to start a new Etsy store. i want to clean out my basement.
all in good time.
i’ll keep writing. maybe one day it will all come together.