One of the hardest things for me since Lizy passed away has been writing.
I love writing – I write middle grade and young adult books (no, I’m not published yet – maybe some day – I just love to write).
Lizy was one of my biggest writing fans.
She eagerly listened to all of my insane plots.
Begged me to read her my books
and became insanely upset when I told I was going to completely revamp my Belinda book
until I told her the new ideas.
On our mommy daughter date before her accident I had told her all about one of my books she hadn’t read and I was supposed to give her a copy to read in the next couple days.
And she always firmly believed I’d be published.
She also loved to write. She’d attend my writing groups and write short pieces of her own.
I strived to keep that love for writing alive in her and my other daughters.
But ever since she passed away I’ve avoided it.
At first it was because I was too distracted to concentrate.
And later I think it became too hard. I lost my desire to write and didn’t feel motivated to do it or encourage my girls in their writing.
So, today I made a decision.
I need to write, whether I want to or not.
and for my two other girls
and the rest of my family.
It’s hard. I’m supposed to be editing my book tonight (editing counts as writing 🙂 ). I’m avoiding it.
I suppose it all comes in babysteps.
1 page today
And before long I’ll be working on that Belinda book she loved so much.
I tell my kids all the time,
“We do hard things.”
Well, I figure I better get started. 🙂