Words don't come easy these days. They haven't been coming easy for a while; I can't remember the last story I wrote. I've been giving myself a break, taking time to delve into other interests and hobbies, but I miss the feeling of a sticky mouth in the early morning, hunched over notebook. The anticipation of my writing group talking about a new story. The feeling ofwriting a sentence and being onto something. And so what do I have to show for myself? Two almost finished crochet blankets, two piles of quilt squares/triangles, an embarrassing amount of baked goods, and a new interest in Pinterest. But most of all, what I have to show is the lesson that I can be easier on myself, that I can keep trying without ever having to fail.
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