One of my best friends and I were having a conversation yesterday. During the conversation we were talking about my writing. When he paused and said, “Do you even get time to write?” This took me aback. This dear beloved friend who knows my life and me went to the heart of what has been bothering me. I have no time. I have no quiet. When I do it is fleeting. I said, “Well, I have been trying to make sure I blog, at least.” I could hear him nod “that’s good”.It made me think of the people who read this and encourage me. Lynda, Fran, Cathy, Cheryl, Nina-Marie, Sara, Dawn and others who don’t comment but say, “Yes, I saw that on your blog.” It is heartening and it keeps me writing and for that I am grateful. I have never submitted anything for publication but I am considering doing that…it is a lark I know. But I am most content when I am forming my thoughts and putting them to bytes.
So I would like to say thank you. Thank you for taking time on me. It makes a difference in my writing ethic. I have reconciled that having children to raise and more lately a husband to tend, (since he is here all day….and they will all always come first in my heart) working and volunteering I am left with little time to have a coherent thought much-less produce some content. But I am grateful that you stay and check in and care.