It’s been a while… Sorry about that. I always intend to write more than I do but I never seem to do it. Through the years I have come to the conclusion that sparse few people care to read what I have to say. My darling Mother will read this and argue the point in her sweet fashion, but it’s true. Perhaps it’s because the only time my writing is any good is when I do it with passion. When I write about something which I feel strongly, my words flow together as if inspired from another brain.
When I turned 40 last year, something happened. As if a light switch was thrown in my head. I suddenly cared less whether people like me or not. I now don’t care if my words fall on deaf ears and I realize that I’m about halfway done with my time on this Earth (if I’m lucky enough to live to 80). My point in mentioning this is when I do get motivated enough to write again, it will be from a different place mentally. A better place for me. A place more likely to inspire the passion required for me to write words that capture the reader. Or… You might be looking at this post for a while…
How well you know your “darling” mother. Some of the best writing I have read has come from you and no matter what you do or say, it is perfect to me. That passion you mention comes from deep within and is honest and well thought out.
You said it Mary.