I have a confession to make. I've had no obstacles to overcome. I'm perfectly ordinary. And I have a perfectly ordinary husband and perfectly ordinary children. (as I write this they are flipping out in the living room, making me question their ordinariness)
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I mean, of course, that we have none of the bi-polar, depression, anxiety or panic attacks that I read about from so many writers. No alcoholism or drug addictions, no fibro or ms, no autism or even ADHD. And so far, not even a divorce or bankruptcy to rock the smooth ride we've had. Not even teen angst, yet.
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So what do I have to write about?
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Sometimes, the waters are like glass, not even a ripple on the horizon. And I have to wonder, what's out there, waiting for me? Life has not challenged me, yet. Oh we've had the garden variety, spirited children, job changes, planning for simultaneous college tuitions and retirement (so far, NOT happening), but nothing to really test me.
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So, for now, I have plenty of time to count my blessings, give thanks and be grateful, and give of myself to others, be an activist for a better world. With a toddler on my lap, of course. Tailor made to be a writer.
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1 comment:
what can you write about? What are they watching? How do you feel towards what they are watching? What do you do? What do they do? What will you do with them home for the summer? Remember any summer memories as a child? Hope these help. :)
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