possible-chaos

I have it all in my head, it’s right there on the edge. I talk to them. I listen to them. I doodle thoughts. 

Yet, the words do not follow. I can seem to sit, spill them upon a page. All I have had for close to two years was being a mom, a grand mom that was more like a mom, while my daughter battled cancer. I was there very time she needed, the grandkids needed care when the had to run off too treatments. 

Now, there is nothing. The time is my own. She is doing great. Has moved days away from me, in place of two hours. We still have a few bumps to cross. More surgery. A different cancer this time. 

Still, I have the time to write, and I just find other things to do. I love this story, and the other one that floats around my head. I guess I keep thinking that I’ll get a call and I’ll have to drop it all again. 

So, the days go on, the writing drifts about the air and I wait. 

how meny have heard of this amazing little system? 

It has become my go-to for holding my WIP and date books, journal, doodling. I have made my own inserts, wanting it to fit my time management plan. I love love love this little leather dream. 

I’m finding it hard to dive back into my writing after being the caregiver to my grandkids for so long. And the mom I need you moments while my daughter fought cancer. I’m trying, really trying. But I just can’t seem to begain. It’s like I’m lost in an muddy puddle of emotions. 

I have to plunge in and find the clear water of writing.