One, I moved. I moved from almost one coast to just one mile from the other coast. Two, I traveled to Alaska in a car with my spouse and a big black dog for four trips. Yes, to Alaska: Palmer, Soldotna and downtown Anchorage. Three, I sold my house and am still in process of selling the property surrounding it. Fourth and not last, just in the sequence of events; my husband dies and my writing withers.
Recently, I have written two poems and am feeling “unlocked”. I have stories and two books under the roof but no finished projects now. I am planning to use this challenge as a way to get back to making submissions. I am questioning whether I need a writers’ group or a reading group. Since I have not been writing, I turned to what I had read in an email book from a group of writers including Joyce Carol Oates, John Irving, and Amy Tan (and others); I read “literature”. Literature is, I consider, stories and writing that last, that guide living and that inspire me. The books I have read in the last week: House of Sand and Fog, Anne Lamott’s All the New People and now, John Dufresne’s novel about how love can make you feel. I am on my way.
Being published is important to me; but, writing has always been my release. If you read my blog, you will see that I
already explored being “second” as the sibling of the little prince. Born first, pushed aside during my fifties; now, in
my sixties as a widow, very thankful other sibs are caring and wanted to give hands-on daily contact.