I’m a writer. I’m a writer. That’s what I am. I’m also a cutter and sewer and looper. I want to do it all. I’ve always wanted to do it all.
So I’m writing. Mapgie Tales for one (a new one in the works). Entered an essay contest about death for another.
Pinned on my wall are pieces of what eventually will be a wall hanging for an online craft exhibit.
Maybe it’s because I started in therapy again, and that always gets my juices going.
Or maybe it’s because I’m cutting down on my anti-depressant.
Or maybe I’m getting manic in my old age.
Or maybe I’m avoiding thinking too much about the awful state my mother is in.
Or maybe all of the above.
So much to create. So little time.
Can’t wait to read your magpie tale! I agree. There’s so much to create, and so little time.
Love this post. You inspire me.
I hope you take the time pressure off.
Whatever. You don’t need to ask why. Creating is good for you and I’m glad you’re doing it.