I thought I would force myself to at least blog today. It seems I haven't any ideas to put on here and so I wait for something to come. Obviously that isn't working. I will just have to get on here and do it.
I've certainly been in a bit of a funk lately. As a bit of explanation: My husband worked out in California for the last 9 months. I was here. Lonely adult with three kids and the dog. In a new house that needed unpacking. I figured it would be great when he got back. Not so. He is a wrench in the works that I've tried to hard to keep together on my own. Bummer. I am glad that he is back but I'm also not glad that he is back.
I was also hit emotionally harder than I thought I would be by the death of a dear, sweet friend of mine. She died of pancreatic cancer and I'm still near tears as I write this. My nose is stinging and my heart hurts every time I think of her and the wonderful people she left behind who needed her.
As a writer, I've taken this opportunity to put in my mind the feelings of grief and confusion that I'm feeling. One day I'm sure to write a scene where I will need to pull on these intense feelings. For now, that is the only good I can come up with for this situation.