last post, and how after writing it, I should probably assure everyone that I am okay.
One of the things that people who have been doing this writing thing for far longer than I have recommend, is having a clear vision of who your audience is: their characteristics, age, routines. What do they love? Dislike? What might they be passionate about? Some have gone as far as giving this fictional person a name.
With the melancholy tone of my posts the past couple of months it is tempting to envision that the person I am writing for wears nothing but black, finds the sun offensive, and has a little thunder cloud that follows them around their shady and cramped apartment, raining on unkempt hair and house plants alike.
I began writing my previous entry in December to mark the two year anniversary of my friend's passing, but the day before it was to post, the Newtown school shooting happened, and I just couldn't do it. I knew that I would need to complete it in order to move along in my own grieving process, but it wasn't the time.
Until this week.
And putting it out there was hard — I haven't even been certain how to respond to the comments — but I have certainly appreciated them.
I want to write from a place of honesty, for people who might just need to hear that where they are at is okay, too. It might be a hard place or it might not be. The important thing is that there is no need to rush to be somewhere different; wherever you are, go ahead and live it.
That's what I'm doing today.
I'm in a good place at the moment. Side by side with my girls, unhurried, still wishing for that scone.