The first post after a long absence is the hardest.
I wish I could say there have been no words or images or voice because I was on a cruise or a six week European tour or an extended road trip across Canada or the U.S.A.
I wish I could say any of those things.
The awful life truth is that my mother died.
And I lost my writer legs. I’ve had no passion for clicking an image. No joy in creating story. No humor for a humor blog.
But the days move on and you have to drag yourself away from watching The Holiday on repeat because, for reasons unknown to you, it soothes. You have to stop cleaning out drawers and sorting through countless photos and lining up the silverware on the table… just so.
We all grieve in our own way. Under stress, I do physical labor, most of it with a toothbrush.
But this past Sunday, I put myself back into the 52Stories52Weeks roster and banged out a 600 word short story and sent it off for critique. It wasn’t my best story, but it wasn’t my worse story either.
Today, I’m banging out this post.
It’s a start.
Love you, Mama.