My apologies....

There is nothing better on a damp, autumn afternoon than a pot of Earl Grey tea.  I crave it not only for it's flavor but for the dose of aromatherapy I get while it steeps and while I sip on it.  I am painfully aware of how long it has been since I wrote anything in this space.  I have had a few ideas for some stories to develop but I can't seem to get the prose to flow onto paper...or computer screen as it were.  I feel as though I haven't had any real inspiration for anything to write in months and honestly, it has plagued me.  Amid all the changes I have undergone in the last year you'd think I could find some sort of inspiration but alas I am an empty cup.

Perhaps the chill of autumn and the knowledge that winter is not far off will help as I seem to do my best writing this time of year.  The story I have been kicking around in my head is aching to be told but I am afraid...afraid on a few levels.  I know a writer isn't supposed to be afraid to tell a story, isn't supposed to worry so much about what her audience is going to think of the story she has written but I am.... I am afraid that the story may be taken out of context.  Most of my stories are not happy ones.  I am never as fond of the final product when I feel forced to create a "happily ever after" ending.  Sometimes there are no happy endings or sometimes the happy ending isn't what you think it should be.

So I will make you a deal.  I will begin work on my" unhappily ever after" story as long as you do not, as my readers, my friends and my family, read the story as this being a dark time for me...far from it.  So as long as you do not worry for me or have me committed as you read it, I will share it with you.  Sometimes a tortured writer is a good writer.  Stay tuned and thanks for being patient and thanks for reading.