Did I Ask For Your Opinion?

 To be a writer you need to write. And this is why, in a nutshell, I have failed as a writer. When I have the energy I don't have the time. When I have the time.....my mind wanders and fades out on me. No focus or ambition. No ideas. "They say write what you know." Whoever they are.  Here's the thing......what I know is my life. And my life is excruciatingly underwhelming. All those chances I could have and should have taken in my teens and twenties but was too afraid to are gone. My parents had baggage which they both handed off to me without asking. And I never had the courage to toss it in the dumpster of damaged goods where it belongs.  Would I have been braver if I had felt at all pretty? If I had not been allowed to stuff my emotions down with copious amounts of food, trying to fill that empty space within me. My parents were both too busy trying to get their shit together to notice that their only child was slowly dying inside. If I had had faith in myself to f...

 When I first settled on the couch well over an hour ago I thought to myself that I should really do some writing. Not only should I, but I wanted to. And here I am, e-mails waded through and mostly dealt with. Research done on what the heck I need to do in order to pull off a scavenger hunt for Youngest Child's  Birthday. I feel like I might have a handle on that at least. Unlike the cape. Seven yards of royal blue linen fabric is taking over the dining room table. I have some of my pattern pieces cut out. And I am bracing myself for the next step. Wrangling the fabric into some sort of order so I can start pinning the pattern to the fabric. Today I had my second contact lense fitting. I got to wear this pair of trial lenses home. So far I am pretty impressed! I do have another fitting in a few weeks when my other pair of trial lenses comes in. Freddi finally forgave me for leaving her behind and we are back on track with our walk routine.