Been Gone Too Long

I have been fumbling about, trying to find my way. Although it feels, most days, like I am drifting on the sea without a true course, I hold out hope that my compass will correct itself or that I might find the North Star in the night sky.

Whatever the outcome, I have missed the outlet that writing provides. I find myself tossing and turning at night, stories stuck in my head. So, I'm back to write them and free my mind to focus on the task of righting itself.