Mid October, All is What it IS!

Too much has happened to write about. I am thinking of submitting my short story, Making Blankets, to a Reader's Digest competition. A friend of mine told me about it, so I think I will.

I have another idea for a short story, title being, If You Only Knew. . . Actually a male friend of mine came up with that title. I was visiting him on the front lawn of his house and as a neighbor drove by he exclaimed, "If You Only Knew." He was referring to his own situation with his son's drug addiction and how all may look ok on the outside of their house, but in reality the inside was unbearable.

So, another tale to tell. I have decided that all writers must be filled with pain to be able to write. Yet the writing itself is sometimes painful to recap all those memories, situations, etc.

I do believe in holding on to a hopeful thought though. A miracle in the midst of it all. A light in the dark. A reason for it all, or at least the belief that something good will come from it all.