Sunday is a large day for me. It is April 1st - sure - and I always love a day devoted to Fools - but it is also the twentieth anniversary of my mum's death. That seems so long ago but just yesterday. I particularly would like her in my life right now as I'm going through something she would be very helpful with (or so I imagine - it is easy to assign attributes to the dead). Twenty years ago I was a psychotherapist, a playwright, a friend, a mother - but I wasn't a mother-in-law, a grandmother, a partner to a great guy, or an aspiring novelist. I wrote poems and lots of them. I'm just looking at a journal I kept when I was away at Buddhist Summer Camp (nah, it isn't called that - it was called Vajrayana Seminary) in the mountains of Colorado. It isn't to 'eunhhhh' but a bit precious. How can we love those old selves? I want to but it is difficult.
Also, and this is a big also, I will be away for ten or so days of the 27 - gone to Florida with my pals for some deeply needed R&R (rum and romance - nah! reading and reclining on the beach) That means I'll be doing up a set of my writing early - so I do need to think of a theme.
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I think I've got it! Why do I write? Well, because I read. From the very first time I made sense of print on the page I've been hooked. Why wouldn't I want to write - it makes me so happy that others do? I will do an abcedaria of writers that have influenced me. Yes, I shall!