I miss tapping away on my old Wayward Home but so much has changed. This has been a winter that seemed to never have a spring. A long, cold season.
The long days and longer nights have taken some of the joy out of spinning tales and made the Wayward Home feel like it's not really a home so much anymore. It seems like so many of the stories I wanted to tell have a different ending than I thought and putting my fingers to the keys and writing them down feels like saying fare-thee-well.
How do I begin? Or how does it end? Maybe it's time to shut the WH down and do something else. Maybe there isn't much more to be said. Maybe I don't know how to say it. But then...I miss my Home and wish I could bring it back to life...even if it was a different place. So how do I begin again?
It took all week to get this far. Maybe with the slow, late arrival of a spring...will come brighter days...and a Home...or something like it. Or maybe not. We'll see...
