9/15/24 Thoughts

There is a certain feeling that takes over the world as day fades into night. The sounds are different, quieter, and the air feels different as well.

I am sitting, alone, in my office. I closed the door and the blinds and all I hear is the ticking from the clock on the wall and wind, blowing outside the office door.

Distractions abound, the cat is meowing now, and I can hear the dog tip tapping in the kitchen. I don't know if I will ever be able to find a time when I can wholly focus on writing. I suppose that's been every writers challenge from the beginning of time.

I have been gathering with people in my community to write post-cards. The first time, I had people over to my house. There were 7 of us, we got through 200. Today we wrote at a queer bookstore in Provo, it was a lovely space but hard to find and we scheduled it on a Saturday which I tend to think is busier than Sunday's. 

I'm missing my young kids, the rhythm of my household is different now. No more do they wake up and sit around in the living room together watching shows. No more do I hear their little voices raised in silly arguments or laughter. I miss their play battles, their calls for "Mom."