A full year?

It’s been a full year since I’ve posted anything. Really? A full year?

Sadness fills me when I think that nothing significant has really changed. I still work for the same job, live in the same house, with the same people. My days drift, blending together, with the same result, a mirror of yesterday.

So, I must endeavor to look a bit closer at these 12 months. Really, something has happened, no?! My children have grown older, wiser. I’m thankful for that. I may still live in the same home, but I still live in the same home. I am thankful for that because I could be homeless. I still work the same job, but I still have a job. I’m thankful for that.

And although I have not changed much, I have tried a couple of new things. The first was belly dancing. Oh goodness, what a disaster. Imagine a thirty something tripping over her own feet, a clumsy duck wanting to be a swan. Let’s just say I won’t be returning to that any time soon. If ever.

My other adventure has been fictional writing. That’s right people, I’m trying to write a book. It’s been quite the adventure. I’ve had some success but only some, as I find dialogue difficult. It’s hard for an antisocial gal to even pretend to understand another human being’s thought process.

Perhaps this blog will become a record of my attempt at finishing it. So far, I have 35,000 words, give or take. For comparison’s purpose, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by J. K. Rowling, has about 77,000. That means that my work is about halfway to a fair size story. Only one, small problem. I’ve stalled. I have no idea how it ends.

Surely, they’ll have a happy ending but I have no villain. My eldest and I constantly talk about how critical a good villain is. Imagine Once Upon A Time without Rumpelstiltskin or Regina?!

The story bounces in my head… A puzzle with missing pieces. Bits of the story come to me and then drift away, often before I have an opportunity to get it down.

Well, I’ll do my best to keep this posted on how it goes. Wish me luck!