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A friend (she is also a writer) asked the other day why I didn’t “get out” and write in cafes or parks or somewhere else. I know that famous-of-all-famous-writers, J.K. Rowling’s did well that way. But I can’t write where I’m constantly distracted. I do best tucked away in a quite place, away from things that will pull me from my writing world. Do you need quiet or are you one of those who can write anywhere?
Apart from my writing life, I awoke this morning in deep sadness. I am sad to not be in NC anymore. I am sad to not be in France anymore. And I’ve realized that most of that sadness comes from the people who I love and miss that are still in those places. I. Am. Lonely. I’m not used to this feeling. I think if I can allow some time pass from this move, I will find my stride in front of this computer and loneliness will recede. It’s been such a busy, change-filled year. I guess it’s normal to feel what I’m feeling? I have gone to a French speaking group, which helped restore part of my disequilibrium. Now I am going to write to a writer who contacted me before I even got here and see if we can meet. Since my husband is very, very happy with his studies and teaching, I must put my best feet forward toward making a place for myself here in the middle of Ohio. Wish me luck!
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|Our little abode.|