I’ve been absent from blogging, writing and social media for four months, but it seems like years. I desperately need to get back into the rhythm of praying, reading and writing daily. I decided that awakening this blog is the best place to start.
In September my husband, Jerry, died. That left me not only feeling lost and out of sync, but it also created reams of paperwork, forms, telephone calls, websites and interviews to transition into widowhood. So, my writing slid a bit toward the back burner for a while.
The next couple of months brought extra personal responsibilities for me. I also made the decision to sell our home and relocate to be near our son and his family. The sorting, cleaning and packing started.
They exploded, however, when our daughter asked if she could buy our home. Of course I said yes. She and the grandkids love that house and the memories that linger there. However, her time-table was much shorter than mine, so that thrust sorting, cleaning and packing everything we owned to hyper-speed.
All this during Thanksgiving and Christmas season. So, I decided that my writing efforts would have to stay on hold until the new year begins.
I relocated on December 30, 2016. During December I sold our home, bought a condo, moved to Kentucky and started unpacking and settling in.
Starting anew is exciting. It’s exhausting, AND it’s exhilarating. I began to feel this craziness was a fun new “normal” for me.
But the past few days I’ve realized this is not my normal. For me “normal” means that I must, absolutely must, get back into a routine. I must return to dedicated time for prayer, reading and writing every day. I must get my mind and heart back into that passionate place I had six months ago for time alone in silence before God, and for writing.
And I must do it now.
As Jordan Rosenfeld says in her amazing book A Writer’s Guide to Persistence: How to Create a Lasting and Productive Writing Practice, “Do it now. Before your story is over.” (p. 68)
That tidbit at the very bottom of page 68 was a slap in the face for me. Cold water in my sleepy eyes. An icy floor beneath toes snatched from my warm bed. It made me realize that I must do it now –
or forever regret it.
In the next few posts I want to share my journey back with you. I pray it will inspire you to continue on in your writing, or to start all over again if you find your writing self in a warm, cozy little spot drifting into creative slumber like I have.
It’s time for me to awake.
Will you join me?