Winter and Spring, Ups and Downs

We're just back from warm North Carolina, where the dogwoods are
blooming, the fruit trees promise abundance, and pale green graces
forests and woods. Back to Colorado, where it snows a foot one day
and the next tulips and daffodils pop up in lonely gardens. My own
feelings can't keep up with the changes! One week I'm with my
wonderfully smart Asperger's grandson, Michael, in NC, laughing and
being amazed by his creativity and imagination, the next I'm back
where laundry and cooking and responsibilities consume my time. I'm
as up and down and as high and low as the weather. Michael at 10 just
learned (from me with his mother's permission) that there's no Easter
Bunny, no Santa and now he's wondering about God. "You can believe
that myth if you want to," he told me. My heart is broken. "Why did
you lie to me for so long?" Why did we? Will he ever be able to
trust us? But as the spring promises hope, I claim hope too, for our
children and grandchildren to find the Truth that can make them free
and wisdom to be able to have confidence in us again. Blessings,
faithful readers. (The website will be available in the next week or
two, and the book soon. I promise!) Judy

In the Middle of the Night...

In the middle of the night words and ideas amble, slither, bounce around on fresh immature but creative tottering legs, crowding each other out, hoping for a story to cuddle in...

In the morning they are nowhere to be found; the great American novel idea has ephemerised; the mind is empty of plot and description and dynamic, captivating, characters.

Back to the blank page or the ready-made pages of the latest who-dun-it series churner-outer.