Well, just when I seriously thought my writing days were over, an amazing thing happened:

I wrote a poem.

I didn’t want to, and I really didn’t want my reason for writing to be depression, but there it is. Things are not going well on an internal, emotional, spiritual level, so when in pain, WRITE.

Here it is and I am well aware that it sucks, but I haven’t written a poem in years and YEARS so don’t comment, ok?

MY
gripe
rage
pride
sin

GOD
spark
love
death
life

MY
lonliness
shame
unworthiness
pain

GOD
whole
healer
infinite
inaccessible

WHY HAVE

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ABANDONED
me
alone
cold
dark
empty

It could actually be a rhyming or metered poem, if I was better at this gift I buried away so long ago.

To be honest, I had just about given up being a writer. Then I stumbled on to Katherine Neville’s site, and from there, Sarah Smith’s site, and don’t ask me HOW it happened, but all my characters seemed to wake up.

Actually, I was re-reading The Eight, and a few weeks ago this all started.

I’m SO into my business, a new business venture, a new church, a new Christian group, several Mom’s groups, AND the possibility of a fulltime job, not to mention my new home, but Adjhani and Sivon revived themselves, and so did Louis Caronite (why does my protagonist, Caroline, have to be so mild, weak and silent??)

I don’t have A CLUE what this means, only that I need to find time to write and see where the heck it leads me.

OK off to bed. Good Friday is going to be a full day for me, which includes a much, much MUCH overdue excursion to Barnes & Noble (it’s been YEARS!)

goodnite.