I wish I had the inspiration…

C.E. Grundler

…to post something amazing today, that is. But that isn’t the case. Sadly, an amazing, or even meh post, isn’t on my brain’s agenda. No, these days my brain still seems more focused on managing the day-to-day operations of simply getting by in an existence that has long since bypassed all normal routines. Lately, I’ve begun to forget what normal feels like.

Eventually my home will be back to what it was before the sh*t tree hit the fan. Eventually I’ll be able to walk into a room, and things will be where they are supposed to be. I’ll be able to find paperwork, or a tool, or whatever else I’m looking for. Eventually I’ll be able to drive my regular routes, and not pass rows of collapsing and boarded-up homes. Eventually I’ll pull into the boatyard and not see row upon row of destroyed boats. Eventually, the scenery of my existence will stop resembling the pictures on the news and in Seaworthy.

For now, the only thing to do is keep moving forward. It’s ironic, but at a time when I barely have a minute to spare, opportunities keep finding me, ones I can’t pass by. And despite everything else, or perhaps because of it, I’m jumping at them, even as my time is stretched yet thinner. The work on the boat continues to progress, and come hell or high water, (and I’ve had plenty of both lately,) she will launch this spring. That alone is helping to keep me grounded. I’m immersed in a new writing project, even as I tackle my third in the Last Exit series. Eventually, I’d like to hope, easier days will come. I’ll have more time to write… and maybe even some inspiration to spare.

 

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