It’s been awhile since I’ve been here, but–well, you know. Just stuff. Or is it just stuck.
Writing is something that comes fairly natural, not sure how or why, it just does. My husband continues to tell me to run with what I’m good at, but darn it, I’m good at a lot of things, as some of us are. So, the point of this message today is how I’m stuck. I’m stuck in the center of my world, looking for a way out. But why, I ask myself. My world is pretty perfect some would say. I have a supportive husband that allows me to be me.
I’m a writer. I’m a photographer. I’m a knitter. I’m a quilter. I’m a mother. I’m a grandma. I’m a wife . . . you see how this works. So, which direction do you go when you’re stuck. Do you have to choose? Maybe not.
Writing is something that takes me into another world for awhile, a place I call my happy place. A place to live through my characters for the moment, a place to absorb their issues and work on resolving them. Wouldn’t it be nice if someone could resolve our stuckness. Is that even a word? Probably not, but in a writer’s world it is.
So, maybe I’ve answered my own question. How to resolve my stuckness. I don’t. I just do the things that make me who I am; writing, knitting, photography, quilting, being wife-mother-grandma, and being the best I can be at all of them. Because the best place to be is in my happy place.
So, as I always say,
Write On! or is it Right On!