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.
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.