You never really know how long you will grieve until one day you realize the grief is gone.
I haven’t written as much as I should not because there are no words. My uncle’s sudden death from CoVid threw me off. I had a lot planned – from writing a chapter a day to preparing my marketing plan to promote my books – I suddenly found it difficult to return to the swing of things. Procrastination became my best friend, mental and emotional exhaustion my constant companion.
Until I decided that nothing was going to happen to my writing if I didn’t step up to bat.
So here I am, slowly getting back to writing, getting out of my own self-imposed lockdown. And in those moments when writing becomes difficult and personal circumstances become like the movie ‘Insidious’, I’ve found a way to break free by writing poems.
I did this one yesterday in less than half an hour. God! if only my writing mojo inspired me this much, I’d have finished the first draft of my novel already!
Anyway, here goes…
Isobelle Cate 