How?

It's been so long since I've blogged that I'm grateful for the group "Writers Battling Depression". I don't mean to cry on your shoulders (well, honestly, yes I do), but I didn't realize what having a sister in our ancestral home (built in 1915 by my maternal grandmother) and just having that house, meant to me.

The truth is that I've come to realize how I've neglected family and relationships in general. What a time to realize it! Well, I suppose better late than never. At least I've been blessed with the realization and with time to do something about it. (If you're curious as to why, I recommend you read my first novel, The Dogs...Barking. It's heavily autobiographical (but don't tell my family!)).

I wonder if it's significant that I'm now trying to write a fictionalized version of my paternal family's immigration in the 19th century from Poland. Having only the most skeletal information about them, the process is like pulling teeth. It hasn't helped that I've been battling depression and anxiety at the same time. I suppose the difficulty and the loss of sister, brother and house tend to feed off each other.

Anyway, sorry for the rant, and thank you for putting up with it.