I’ve struggled with writing this year. Actually, I’ve struggled with everything. It’s been a very busy, stressful time full of lots of changes.
You know the quote about how writing is opening up a vein and bleeding onto the paper? Well, I had nothing to bleed. I was tapped out, empty. I didn’t really want to write, or even read.
A while ago I had the opportunity to volunteer at my children’s school book fair. Could there be a better place to volunteer? Books, lots and lots of books. Kids who want to choose books to read. It would be a little slice of heaven.
Of course it didn’t turn out quite like planned. I had volunteered for a day The Engineer had off work so he could watch our youngest. Well, things happened. The Engineer had to go work. So I got to take along a 3 year old who turns very, very destructive when he’s bored.
Still, amid the chaos, I had one moment where I was able to look around the room, see the tables and shelves filled with books and imagine that one day my book would be sold at book fairs. And in that moment I was happy, and relieved, to know I still want this. That I will not give up. Yes, it’s been a rough year. But now I’m ready to write.