In the dark

Struggling with, in what I”m writing — this novel in stories, not knowing what will happen. (Again.)

That long slog. Just writing, writing, writing to find out what will happen with this character. Will it add up to something? Will he go somewhere? Can it be or become something meaningful — something worth reading about?

These are the hard parts. The hardest parts. Trying to trust that this dallying around on paper is going to become.

I think it’s time

I wish for a moratorium on bad feelings between family members. It’s not my family of origin but P’s, and more specifically, it’s among his siblings and him mainly… and me, also. I don’t know what it takes or how it can happen or that it can. It’s just a wish and a desire. (I guess my feeling is that it’s probably not possible, probably not desired by those who it’s most up to.)