I seem to be writing in my head, but not writing it down. It seems that during the daytime, I’m either too tired, or we are doing errands, or right now, in the midst of seeing new doctors. That’s what happens when you move.
I was looking through some old writing, and boy, does it still apply to today. For instance in 2000, about six months after moving into our new house in Sun City Anthem, I wrote something called:
“Projects: and part of it went this way:
Man have I got lots of projects in my head I want to do in the next few weeks. First and foremost, my usual project, clearing the clutter off my desk.
It’s in it’s usual disarray. Recipes competing with email and letters to answer, www. web sites to look at. New restaurants to try. There is a glass of water, the telephone, pads of empty paper sit alongsdie the paperclips and rubber bands.
Then there is the bookshelves. My friend Jeanne reminded me of the word I was looking for. CATEGORY. I should call it scattergories. Fiction, Non Fiction, novels, books I haven’t read yet, cookbooks, art books, writing books, Fibromyalgia books and health books, self help book and the classics to reread and the list goes on and on.
The manuscript, I talk bout it, now I have to work on it. I have to go to Office Max, and get some notebooks for all my writing projects. I could go on and on, but I’ll stop here because this will take weeks and weeks to do.”
by Helene Moore
Everything changes, nothing changes.
But, this time, something did change. I started my Adopt A Caregiver program. You can see it at
check it out. It’s my new journey, for the rest of my life, as is writing.
Keep love and kisses in your life. Helene