On my return home, to my routine, structured life, I continued to write. I found it cathartic and I felt I was leaving a piece of myself for my children to have.
|My peeps, for whom I write my blog|
At one point I hit a blogger's block. I couldn't find any inspiration and I felt it was the absence of subjects on which to reflect. This passed and I was back to writing long posts about anything. I could write about the colour of my hair.
Over the last while, I realized that a blogger's block can come from many places. I discovered that it can come from an overload of inspiration. Someone mentioned that there was a lot of "fodder" for my blog. I realized I had too much fodder.
|Solving the world's problems in Dublin|
|Good bye Elm Avenue|
There have been ups and
Now, I find life again regaining some routine and structure and so I will recommence. I will go back in time, not necessarily chronologically, but I will work to recap this period of fodder.