On words
Lately I have had trouble finding my words. Stories and reflections that used to flow out of me have gone missing. Maybe it is because there is too much happening around me. Too much to react to for me to sit in reflection. I have yet another work trip this morning. Our daughter is sick and I have been her main caretaker for the last 2 days as my husband tries to complete his last publication as a graduate student. Friday our realtor came and assessed our condo for any changes we might need to make for selling (just paint, thank God). In the background of all this, troublesome headlines pop up daily.
I guess these are the reasons. But I still miss the words. I miss the connections my mind makes when it solves a literary puzzle. I miss the satisfaction of tying a story in a bow. In helping my sister-in-law and some friends with a project, I introduced myself as a writer. But are you still a writer if you don’t have words? I hope the words come back soon. In the meantime, I hope they are off on a beach somewhere resting.
