I love this blog of mine, though my posts are not as prolific as they once were.

The writing life is still for me. I am doing National Novel Writing Month, and so this will take up much of the rest of my free time. But I will try to come in here and give some snippets of this Mama’s Dharma.

The novel in progress is semi-autobiographical. The main character is a mother who has just gone though a divorce and decides to travel with her child to another country to do some soul searching and come to terms with some things from her past. Kind of hits close to home. I have never been that creative as to totally make things up. Yet I know, of course, that there is reality in all fiction and fiction in all “reality.” We cannot separate the two. I have decided to write it as a novel and not a memoir because I don’t want the pressure of having to be true to every facet of reality. I want the freedom to roam and meander and explore things in a different way than memoir would allow.

It’s been a very healing process, on many levels. I feel like I am shedding some unwanted baggage.

I’m writing about some things I haven’t been able to write about, even in this blog.

And the discipline is wonderful. I’ve not been very disciplined or consistent here, and the “pressure” of NaNoWriMo is just what I need to get going. I have said for years that I was going to do it, and I really want to make it happen this year.

To those of you who are still reading, thanks. I wish I was a better blogger these days, but you do the best you can.