On a Clear Day...to Quote Barbra...

...You can see forever. Well, almost. Even though the skies have cleared it's not so easy jumping back in after a self-imposed sabbatical. My blog certainly looks like it could use some attention. My laptop needed to be updated after its slumberous sleep. My last memoir entry is November 4, at 9:05 a.m., to be exact.

So, here I sit, ready to begin in earnest, with a very new perspective. There's no time clock, I'm not writing for an end game, no, I'm merely writing for the sheer pleasure of the endeavor, for the most part. As I've learned, writing in not always pleasurable. To quote Mary Karr, author of The Art of Memoir, given to me by my son-in-law, astute to my need for some literary inspiration, Karr writes, "In some ways, writing a memoir is knocking yourself out with your own fist, if it's done right." That certainly rings true in my case, not that I'm implying I'm doing it right. Because I may not be, but I've certainly felt the sting of a one-two punch while writing.

The last few months have brought about many changes in my family's lives, changes that I will keep to myself, thank you very much, but suffice it to say, we are coming out of the fog with a renewed sense of vigor, vitality and meaning.

I've stalled enough, had a number of pity parties for one and cleaned out my already neat as a pin closet (I will not apologize for my tidiness), just to prolong my "break." I have now run out of excuses. But, I've learned as the fog has cleared, ever so slowly, that it's OK to be a little more forgiving of myself, no matter how long this venture takes.

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