![Earlier this week, @marz1pan agreed to eat lunch at our local Irish pub to celebrate me finally finishing my draft of my Irish paranormal romance.
The proprietor, who sees me regularly, asked if I was knitting for a new addition. I said “No, these socks are for me!?!” and I held it up for him to see.
He smiled and walked away.
After he left, I asked Megan “Did he just ask if I was pregnant?”
She said “Yes. You didn’t misunderstand.”
And then I sat for a second. Someone asked if I was pregnant the week before Mother’s Day and I didn’t feel overrun by grief.
My gaping wound is healing and becoming a scar I can touch without it gutting me.
Two things have contributed to this:
- therapy
- doing the work of writing a heroine who finds joy after life lifes all over her.
While I hunt for and find joy on a regular basis, the act of working through this fictional plot has been healing. I’m so grateful for my writing journey.
I’m especially grateful to those who joined my Inner Circle Email List and read my romance shorts. Your support kept me trying when I got stuck. Thank you, Crew! I love you!!!
[ID: Frida Kahlo project bag folded down to show off the bees inside, rainbow shortie sock, salad, BLT sandwich against the background of a corner of my local Irish pub.
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Aug 14
2010
Sydney and I went to take out the trash. She seemed to enjoy running around in the wheat-colored weeds that were as tall as her. It would have made a really pretty picture. So we went to get the camera and came back outside. Then, she seemed to think that she should stand in the driveway and stare at me despite my many “release” commands. Oh well, at least I got this pic of her with the crape myrtle….and a nice chuckle at her thought process.