I Did Not Write A Single Thing In February

Grief took over…

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For the first time in my writing life, I spent an entire month without writing a single thing. Anywhere.

My mother’s death in December, which I wrote about previously, left me numb and angry and my body shut down in response. I couldn’t and still can’t react to it, and on top of that, I have been handling all the admin myself, as I’m an only child.

The past three months have been a blur. I was back in my hometown, talking to everyone and anyone that had anything to do with the legal side of things, and getting back in touch with people from my childhood who wanted to give me their condolences.

And then in February, my grandmother also passed away. She had something in her stomach, but I believe she died of a broken heart.

Not a great start to the year.

Writing

As a result, I haven’t written anything in a month. Not here, not on Substack or WordPress, and not screenplays or stage plays… The thing I love doing the most had to take a backseat, which I don’t feel bad about, by the way. It’s part of the healing process. I get it. Things happened, and things had to be done.

But that’s OK. I have many, many ideas for articles, films, plays, etc. I have my little notebook where I write down all my ideas and I can always pick one and run with it.

And I can’t wait to do that.