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after a prolonged absence it's difficult to know where to start. I was going to lean on Julia Cameron but I can't find my copy of The Right to Write and The Artist's Way hits a little too close to my vulnerable core to be of much use right now. Or maybe it's exactly what I need and I'm too chickenshit.

I claim the stressors of my daily life don't affect me overmuch. I keep on marching but the path I tread is narrow. One misstep, one little shove, and I'm plunging into the abyss. I've recovered from my few falls, though, and continue to convince myself that I'm coping well with the changes in my life.

I'm ready for these changes but tired of waiting. Necessity dictates I wait.

In the meantime, I'm pursuing other interests. Recent craft shows have been successful. I've stocked an etsy shop that's selling a few items here and there. DH and I are separated and without the daily strain of that relationship I'm much more relaxed. such a relief to be moving in this direction.

I've got an obligation now to blog daily, at least for the next two weeks. Because I lost my camera entries will be heavily textual unless I post from my extensive photo archives. As always, when I embark on a concerted effort to blog and to write, I hope that effort will rekindle the passion I once felt for writing but have denied for so long. They say the average smoker will try to quit at least six times before experiencing successful smoking cessation. I don't smoke. I just dream of writing.

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