Okay not really, it is very difficult to feel lonely in the house. Crowded: yes. Lack of breathing space: yes. Greatly in need of elbow room: yes, but lonely? Not on your life. It has been a long time however, since I stretched my fingers and my mind. Lately, all of my writing has been in the name of “chasing the almighty dollar” and I have had no time to indulge myself here on the blog. While writing for hire can be tedious it is necessary and is the very life blood of my business.

As I slave away at the keyboard for others my personal projects go unattended, but not forgotten. Hidden away in the deep recesses of my consciousness my books scream for attention. The blog sits, waiting patiently for a small snippet of my time and my poetry untold wilts a bit more each day waiting to be brought forth unto the world.

Even as I write these words, I consider tasks left undone that need my attention.  I have waited long enough to free my thoughts; the tasks will wait for me. Writer’s block has plagued me for the past month. Exhausted from lack of sleep, energy sapped from raising children and subbing at Hillcrest what suffers most is the gift I usually give myself: time to write. I have been afraid, that the words won’t come; that I have nothing to say, nothing to give.  Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day, until weeks go by, then a month.

A dear friend stopped me in the street today, “I haven’t received any blog updates from you lately, did you forget me?”  Thank you Sallie for giving me the kick I needed to sit down, relax and let words come, even if they do nothing more than make me smile.

I’ve missed me. Writing gives me time to enjoy myself, my thoughts, my sense of humor. It gives me time to reflect on my day, my family, my life. I savor each moment reliving the day…..I can smell Bella’s hair, hear Stevie’s laugh, see Seannie’s smile, enjoy Ryan’s accomplishments and feel Casey’s warm hug all over again.

Everyone is well and I feel great, it is good to be back.