It's difficult to write, and there's so much I need to get out. I've been not writing for weeks as I think about writing, dream about writing, flex my fingers and wrists, sit down to the keyboard, and...nothing.
It will come, with quiet coaxing.
I will be patient.
|drinking coffee from my granddaddy's mug, on my granddaddy's kitchen table, remembering him and my grammy.|
|drawing stuff to stitch, maybe.|
|sewing on my mom's vintage 1930's singer.|
|quilt block #2 for an online bee|
|quilt block #1 for an online bee|
|Z raps, Mags is a blur, and Eliot observes from the bean bag.|