I haven't been writing. In this blog or anywhere for a couple of months. Then I went to a dinner at the Columbus Museum of Art because a friend was having a behind the scenes presentation dinner showcasing his collection. I didn't know anyone except my friend, the collector, and he was busy with the room so I met the people seated at my table. One was the head docent and her husband, another couple sitting across from me, he used to own a local comic book store... a good one... Then there was an older lady who had stark white hair cut blunt like Sia's wig and bright red lips. I took to her right away, she was so engaging and interesting. During our conversation she spoke of being an author. She wrote her first book when she was 60 and her second book a few years later. I was stunned to learn that she was now 80 years old! 80 years old and still interesting and vibrant and living life on her terms. She was quite the inspiration. When I shyly mentioned that I had wanted to write a book but was so intimidated that I just started writing in a blog, she squeezed my hand and said "just write". So simple, yet so profound. She said that as long as I keep writing the book will create itself. I mentioned too that I was afraid of not getting things in the right order or remembering things incorrectly and she said "don't worry about any of that, that's what an editor is for. You just write. You write your story, your words, your memories."
So, I am writing again. My story, my words, my memories.
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