“It’s none of their business that you have to learn to write.
Let them think you were born that way.”
I learned to write secretly. The year was 2009. My husband and I retired to Florida. Characters, words, and sentences began to dance in my head.
One day I sat at my desk, my back to the office door when my husband asked, “What are you doing?”
Sheepishly I replied, “Writing.”
Slowly I gained the confidence to participate in writer’s groups, joined FWA and write my blog, claudiajustsaying, posting regularly, until recently.
I have gotten out of the habit of writing. My mind no longer word streams about ordinary life events. I am pretty much brain-dead. I contribute this to the vertigo or constant dizziness I have experienced for the past year and a half.
This void is an aspect of writing I am learning about.
I miss writing; taxing my mind to find just the right words, agonizing over where to place a comma. Deciding whether to say “place a comma” or “put a comma.
. . . . Seriously Just saying
Tagged: reinventing yourself, retirement