Ain’t that the damn truth.
Over the weekend, I stumbled upon The Wasteland by T.S. Eliot and I couldn’t get past the first sentence. No joke. I have no clue what the rest of the poem says at all except for “April is the cruelest month”.
The month of April seems to be the most life changing month for me, each and every year. A new year brings a different obstacle to struggle through. I know, I know… what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger. Or everything happens for a reason. And I totally get that, I do.
But for right now, I am still processing the recent blow that my family was hit with this month and haven’t had time to bounce back with the positive waves of whatever just yet. This being said, my blog and my writing has been neglected. I didn’t think any one had really noticed until Sarah sent me a message on Twitter politely asking what was up with my absence. And cheering me up with her Dracula impression.
Though I have not been able to keep up with my blog posts here for the moment, I have still managed to post on Wednesdays at Twisted Writers. But mostly only because I made a commitment to the group. Check out the post I wrote this morning about the death of libraries and give me a holler in the comments
In the mean time, I am working on figuring out some things and hopefully will be back to normal by May.