Recently someone asked me if I’d taken a break from posting. Definitely not, although I can certainly understand the question. Clearly my goal to post every other day isn’t always reached. Sometimes I’m busy socializing or getting ready for company, or I’m away for an entire day. Case in point: Thursday I drove to Connecticut with a friend to view the show of my dad’s art work again, and to have lunch with my sister and nieces. That took all day, or at least all the mental energy I could muster. By the time I arrived home at 6 in the evening, my day was over!
But more than a busy day now and then, the sporadic postings are the result of all the other writing I’m doing, mainly the memoir about my mom. Serious writing, such as Very Grateful, takes intense energy; I can do just so much at one sitting and during one day. I write for an hour and then take a break, which includes walking, reading, cooking, working on a jigsaw puzzle, and sometimes visiting a friend. Except for the visiting, my breaks are carried out in silence and solitude. As far as simplicity is concerned, well, I try to create a simple flow to my days, but let’s face it, what I do feels extremely complex.
But more than a busy day now and then, the sporadic postings are the result of all the other writing I’m doing, mainly the memoir about my mom. Serious writing, such as Very Grateful, takes intense energy; I can do just so much at one sitting and during one day. I write for an hour and then take a break, which includes walking, reading, cooking, working on a jigsaw puzzle, and sometimes visiting a friend. Except for the visiting, my breaks are carried out in silence and solitude. As far as simplicity is concerned, well, I try to create a simple flow to my days, but let’s face it, what I do feels extremely complex.