I will never take another break from writing.
I feel terrible. My mind is sluggish.
It isn't that I chose to stop. No. Life got in the way as it
is apt to do. If you follow me on Facebook or Twitter, you're aware my husband and
I are remodeling our house. I had heard horror stories about home renovation,
so I was prepared for the worst. Or so I thought.
I have no desire to
rehash in gory detail all the crap that has befallen us. I'll make this brief.
In fact, I will simply describe our Thanksgiving holiday. We had one week to
move all our worldly possessions into a POD. If that weren't a difficult enough
task for a typical family of four, my father-in-law passed away, my husband had
an emergency root canal, and my kids got lice.
But we made it. Big, big thanks to wonderful friends and family who
helped us along the way.
Since October, I have been mom, wife, contractor, painter, grief counselor, demolition
crew, packer, organizer, nit picker, handyman, and chef. I have been everything but writer.
I wrote that life got in the way, but really I let life get in the way. I let the renovations take over. Life will always try to change
your plans. The trick is making the time. Every day. I have to find a way to
write even when life is beating down my door with crazy demands (along with my
children).
When I don't write, I am unhappy.
My resolution for 2013: Write.
And yes, that includes attempting to maintain my sad excuse
for a blog ;)
