Writing
Posted on | March 2, 2004 | No Comments
I have struggled to pull anything of worth out this term. In order to plant a new garden of hope and prosperity I need to dig out the weeds. So these weeds, the tragedies of my life, are coming out….
I didn’t want to write about them initially. I wanted to start writing about stuff that was interesting or strange. But it keeps coming back to the pain. Back to the fires that drove me onward…..
I realize now that while I may have been through a fair ammount, there is always someone who has had it worse. Which is why I am sometimes uncomfortable writing about these subjects. Who am I to whine when I have a wonderful partner, a great house, a loving family and a good life over all? Still, there needs to be a beginning and to move on I have to purge.
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