At first she raged inwardly at the injustice of not having enough time to write. Then she stewed and wept. Now? She's feeling justified in her stalemate. She can't be forced out of her hole, having reached a certain comfort level of vague indifference. No... she will have to be both inveigler and resolute victor...finding the rhythms again. Embracing her saucy and her veracity. No one else can do it for her. It is hers. She owns it.
Her writer self is here, lying in wait. Just under the surface. Everyone has a calling. She, alone, has to realize that her calling has validity and value, because she can't live without it...
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I miss her writer self, but I know the struggle.
ReplyDeleteso understand this struggle. i am so BUSY. school. work. the house. did i mention the house? or the work? or THE KIDS?
ReplyDeletesigh. i'm trying to beg back to blogging/writing/breathing. you know. the basics.
I know the feeling, even though my kids are grown. Oddly, I try to label it as a "gestation period," hoping to convince myself I am thinking in a very deep way I'm not even aware of. Gestation can be so exhausting ...
ReplyDeleteYes, any male do not understand the feelings of the mother.She always doing job of her family and doing, and doing until the death is coming.Mother also has a life for own.I am trying to understand it from now.
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