After publishing my neighbour from hell post last Friday, heading down to Sussex to spend the weekend with my family proved to be the perfect remedy.
Getting my post out was a challenge in other ways due to mounting frustrations with WordPress and its resident gremlins stealing my comments away from other blogs. It’s like typing through mud and zaps my blogging energy.
Yet, when blogging goes smoothly, it’s great. I’m on a roll, I zoom through everything, energy buzzing through me.
The ebb and flow of conversation as it networks across the vast plain of this ether neighbourhood oozes fresh inspiration, keeping us motivated and encouraged to keep going, to keep writing.
The connections, community, and friendships gained through blogging also bring sweet surprises: Sometimes, we get to meet our fellow bloggers as I did last weekend when I met up with my lovely blogging friend Denise.
She very kindly offered to give me a couple of books and since she lives in the same area as my boys, we arranged to meet up for a quick coffee!
This was the first time either of us had met a blogging pal before and it was really wonderful.
We chatted away as if we already knew each other (which we do, thanks to blogging!) and I could have sat with her all day as we talked about our favourite subject – writing, of course!
Denise writes fantastic book reviews, among other things, and I am in awe of the way she cuts right to the core of every book she reads. We hope to meet up again and I certainly look forward to it. Thanks again for the books Denise!
Once back home and glued to my laptop, the joy of blogging came into its own, greeted as I was by the wealth of loving and supportive messages left by so many of you in response to Friday’s post.
I shed a tear or two, overcome by the kindness shown me. Thank you so much.
It happened a long time ago but now, more than ever, I see that in fact that madman didn’t steal our dreams, though he tried, hard; our dreams lived on and although some of them might not have worked out as I hoped, the most important ones did and here we are.
Here you are.
We are vulnerable when we cast out a private and painful piece of ourselves across any medium in the public domain and in today’s world, so many are quick to judge, condemn, and vilify.
I was especially challenged in this way when I started sharing stories about my dad.
Again, you showed me compassion and understanding. You also showed me that I had a story to tell and so I shall, as time goes by.
With Father’s Day fast approaching, I have been thinking about what to write about my dear, 81 year-old jail-bird dad.
Resolved, then, to start the week afresh with verve and vigour, I fell at the first hurdle when I returned home to a message he had left on my answer machine.
His health is declining and the news wasn’t good.
As the days unfolded this week, while struggling to absorb all that he told me , I sought help and liaison with prison staff as they try to help me make arrangements to visit my dad.
But this father of mine is all at once stubborn and proud, a loner.
He will do things his way.
He doesn’t want to see me in his present state. What about me wanting to see him? I am not exactly au fait with having a sick father in prison. Who is?
I hold out my arms for my father and words form in my heart. When I am troubled, I deviate from the things I plan to write and revert to darker expression. It helps.
I breathe in the trust and safety of the privilege of having the freedom to do so.
Now I wait each day for news of my father with a heavy heart and I can assure you that I am in no mood for WordPress gremlins.
All at once, as the week unfolded, I witnessed first hand that outside the realm of WordPress, our blogs, our ‘author platforms’ are noticed.
Opportunities are sent our way when we least expect it.
It happened to me.
Then it didn’t.
As quickly as my excitement took flight, so was it grounded with a sudden, hard landing. I didn’t even have time to grab the oxygen mask on the way down.
I am left with the chance for further opportunity down the line and if it happens, that will be wonderful.
Meanwhile, I would like to get off this roller coaster ride. Please. For the record, I never have liked them.
Sometimes I wish I could swap places with my cat Eddie. He’s got the right idea and I think I need to take a page out of his book.