I started this writing thing because I love a good story.  I thought that maybe I have some good stories in me that people would like to read. Real stories about real women, with a dash of humor. Except then I started writing regularly and quickly realized that this writing thing ain’t as easy as it looks.  

I’m still going to write.  I’m kind of compelled to.  And I’ll write even if no one reads it  (that is my neurosis rearing it’s ugly head- get used to it).  

But it took me a moment to figure out my angle-  identify where I’m coming from-  what it is I really want to say.  In other words, I had to find my voice.  And I thought I had.  Until right before my vacation when I got some writer’s block.  I thought it was just all the prep for the holidays, getting The Girl off to her dad’s, and of course, the packing.  But then, I got on the boat, thinking my juices would get flowing again ( get your head out of the gutter), and instead I just decided to be on vacation.  No creative nothing.  And I was ok with that.

Until I got off the boat.  

And all I’ve been thinking about is writing.  The writing I haven’t done in the last couple of weeks.  The writing I will be doing this week, next month, and over the next year.  And it became clear to me that my not writing was only part of the problem.  The other part was figuring out what I have to say.  I had forgotten that I simply want to tell the stories of women’s lives- with lots of truth and as much humor as I can manage.  

Looks like I’m back where I started.