My difficulty with passwords continues... I almost didn't find this blog because I forgot what it was called and then the search wouldn't accept my password... I have already completely lost my btinternet address and all therein due to a changed password and I KNOW I REMEMBERED IT but it would NOT accept it so that was that! I am getting used to the idea that much of my online life is hanging on by a thread and I am one senior moment away from losing it all.
Today has been unproductive, although some nice things moved forward slightly, and Barry and I have vied for the high ground in who can be legitimately grumpiest with the other. It has not been pretty... or clever. Sitting here typing a blog is the closest I've been to content for a long while. I have a list on Evernote, which includes all the writing I am supposed to be doing and 'A room to write in'. Although the office is more work friendly than the filing cabinet version we had before, I am still not comfortable working on any private (i.e. writing) work whilst Barry is so close. The 'Yurt In My Garden, Please' is still a deep craving. Since I lost my favourite writing cafe I have slowly retreated from the permission I gave myself to write, losing the confidence to sit with pen and notebook, in a bubble of my own creation. Truly frightening is how long, long ago that was and how lost it all seems from here. It is time to turn around and start walking back, word at a time, sentence and story, page and permission, earning the ownership of my work again.
Next week Helen and I have PROMISED that we will write our book. I have a new list that details the things I will do to achieve this. Today, here at my recovered blog, I have begun to do what I said I would. It feels good. xxx
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