So. You're still here. And I am...clearly a flake.
By now you few dear readers might've noticed that I tend to quote movies a lot, and even more so with song lyrics. And so it is with the title of this installment, being one of my favorite Lucinda Williams songs ever.
Are you alright
I haven't seen you in a real long time
Are you alright
If you could give me some kind of sign
Are you sleeping through the night
Do you have someone to hold you tight
Do you have someone to hang out with
Do you have someone to hug and kiss you
hug and kiss you...
Are you alright?
The answer to that question is...complicated. I'm more productive on a work front and as a mom than ever, but that drowning feeling never leaves me entirely. That dissonance sounds louder than it has in a long while in my emotional life and marriage. I don't know how to articulate that more clearly, because it's not clear to me either.
The unfortunate by-product is that I have zero urge to write.
I'm working up a head of steam to get back in the groove and write more frequently, and it's coming back slowly.
I have lots to tell you about: more house projects that have actually been fun (gasp!) and their outcome; the slowest deck construction EVER that is thankfully (finally) finishing with spectacular results; Zoe's first Christmas at her Mimi's in Kentucky; Wicked at the Pantages in LA; my new lover Tivo and his untimely arrival in the middle of the WGA strike (but I love him passionately nonetheless!); an upcoming trip to the Yucatan and Billy Joel in a couple of weeks.
Yep, lots to update on. Why was I whining that I had no urge to write? Did I mention that my moods swing faster than Tarzan?
