So many things are so different this year. And it’s been difficult to concentrate and use the creative side of my brain needed for writing. But I’m hanging in there. And taking comfort in my cats, my garden, and walks with my husband.
New stories are beginning to peek up in my brain at unexpected times. And my writing buddies and I are planning some accountability toward our writing starting next month. Crossing my fingers and laying down the framework to get going again.
Here is a photo of one of the gardens I can see from my desk window. It’s lovely this time of year. I hope you’re hanging in there, too.