 What to say; what to say… I’m back writing. It was a long enough break I forgot about the lovely buzzy feeling I get when I write.
Does that sound crazy? Maybe it sounds crazy. I should elaborate.
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 Image by World-fly from Pixabay The last few weeks have been… really weird.
For the first time in my adult life, I stopped writing. Even when my kids were itty-itty-bitty I journaled. This has been—nothing.  Image by Alex Hu from Pixabay I never meant to be gone so long. I knew my priorities had shifted, there wasn’t a choice. But in a blink, months have flown by.
 Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay Something in my psyche has changed. It’s hard to articulate exactly what, but nonetheless, something is different now.
 Image by Bruno Henrique from Pixabay My eyes. Oh, my eyes. They are forever tainted, forever ruined.
 Image by jplenio from Pixabay It’s hard to believe 2020 is finally coming to an end. I’m refraining from thinking about what 2021 will hold. Instead, I’m focusing on the past—like centuries ago past.
 Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay Writing is a solitary endeavor. Um, well, it is and it isn’t – how’s that for a vague statement.
 Image by Hong Zhang from Pixabay I’m not a writer who starts off with a “what if” question, or who sees a movie or reads a story and thinks about how they would do it if it were their story. There’s nothing wrong with that approach to writing. It’s just not mine.
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