I think I write best when I am not under too much stress - some, mind you, just not too much.
Not enough stress and nothing happens; too much and all my energy is spent in dealing with it.
"Life piles up" sometimes, my good friend tells me.
Yes it does. And it is, and I am full with the dealing and the loving and the doing.
The celebrating and the aching.
We have had: out of town guests, a sudden wedding, a baby party here, a dear friend of my daughter with very serious surgery. And more. All in the last week.
I feel like the hub of a very dizzy wheel. I am the center of the gyroscope. By God's grace I am still upright, though around me life is spinning. I am fine. I am loving and loving and loving. And that is all I can think of right now.
So, I am just letting you all know that I am fine, and I will write as soon as I can, but right now I am focused on life and its needs. The needs of those I love.
Right now, I am making the stories. Later I will tell them.
Soon, I think. When the dust settles a bit.