Musings of a Writer

At this very moment a baby fence is being installed around the pool, dry wall is being sanded above the kitchen window (no more leak) and I am waiting to commence writing once everyone clears out.

So, this seems like a perfect time for some thoughts on my book progress. 

I must say as I peel away the layers I understand my mother with more clarity.  This in itself becomes problematical; writing without angst is harder.

And with Mother's Day approaching I think of all the things I wish I could have done for her.  What could I have told my ten year old self that might have made a difference?  One thing I have learned - I was not responsible for all her unhappiness.  And I'm pretty sure I brought her joy;  I've just come to the conclusion she didn't know how to show it.