Looking for blue ink on a white page

Today I am a tired mother who wants to be a writer.  Is it really a bad thing that I want to go away for a while to find my writing? I dream of a place where nobody claims a piece of me.  A place that inspires, but doesn't overwhelm.  A nurturing sort of place.

Does such a place exist for a mother of three?

This morning I tried to find a piece I'd written a while ago about my three months in Istanbul.  I thought about reworking it for a literary journal,  but now I can't remember where I placed it.  In the deep dark murky space that is my brain, I picture it written in my lousy handwriting with blue ink on a white page. 

Almost all of my scribbles are written with blue ink on a white page. 

I just went through an entire journal - and stumbled on pieces of writing I'd completely forgotten about - including the beginning of a YA novel that has promise.  Now I will go search through other journals looking for the Istanbul story - though I fear finding other pieces I've forgotten about that will plunge me further into longing for a space to get my act together.

Back at the pen

Dear blog,

I love you, I really do. Please don't feel neglected. . . I still think highly of you!  I just haven't written much.  You know that novel I was working on?  Well, it was interrupted.

Here's what happened:
The big boys came home for summer holidays.
End of story.

My scribbling stopped.  Taken over by frequent swing pushing, soccer ball kicking, and a multitude of bandaiding.

But, I have come back to scribbling, and am hopeful to not stray so far again.

The good news is, I was published this Spring in Island Writer Magazine.  It was a non-fiction piece called, The Crematorium and Other Views.  Not a very upbeat title for someone who proclaims to write children's stories to make you smile!  But, it was well received when I read it at the book launch.  Here I am after the reading:

And there's the book I'm published in.  Oh, happy day - oh most courageous hour!

So dear blog, I do solemnly swear to return to you more often. 

I will also eat cookies.

Love and happy writing,

Carol N.