Sometimes when I talked to my mom I feel like she tried to take these potshots at me. My mom had a tendency to make these passive aggressive comments about my life, like you know you’ll never find a man or have children. What I don’t get is my mom has a lot of grandchildren that he doesn’t even bother with. She says all the time if have to do all over again she would never get married or have kids. If kids made your life so miserable, why would you want that for me? I admit I haven’t achieve great success with my books, but at least I have tried to make a go of my life.
I don’t know why, but lately I just don’t have the energy to write things. I get these fragments of ideas, but nothing concrete. The fact is I’ve always had an on-again off-again relationship with writing. I hope this doubt doesn’t last. Maybe me and writing to get divorced. I hope I get out of this funk.