I haven't had much to say so I've not been posting the last couple of days. I have several drafts that represent some fits and starts but nothing of substance.
Do I have writer's block?
Who knows? What I do know is that things have calmed down in the SoberMomRocks house and I don't mind that at all. People are healing. School is in full swing. Fall is finally coming to the South. Work has slowed to a crawl. Time to take a breath. Or is this the calm before the storm? I choose to breathe.
My alcoholic brain would choose to view this as the calm before all hell breaks loose. The problem with that is that I believe you bring about what you think about. I spent a lifetime either creating or reacting to insanity. I choose not to do that anymore.
Rather, I choose to take life on life's terms. One day at a time.
How's that working for ya?
Pretty damn good actually.
"Inspiration is wonderful when it happens, but the writer must develop an approach for the rest of the time."