I have not made a very good go of transition. As with so much of my life, I find another foundation cracked and gone. I recover so badly, worse the older I become. I am a person alienated in so many ways. My life is full of unrealized relationships. I have family I depend on and resent. I have a job I do not love but cannot quit. I have really only two friends, one it see all the time but hardly ever socialize with and another I've only met twice who lives an ocean away. I had a husband, but oh, sigh - and no children.
These writing sites, well, that writing site, I'd put so much of myself into it, in lieu of much else of a life I suppose, and I'd gathered a small supportive family who seemed to forgive the fact that I am so limited in my ability to establish and maintain connections. Fifteen years it took me to garner a small kind following. Then, like the marriage, the family planned, the house and a lifetime's possessions lost to flood, the ever so many other foundations badly built and easily destroyed, my online life was dashed too. So many connections simply lost. And I find myself slow to recover.
So, I think about writing almost daily and find myself writing almost never. Ah well, soon... Maybe.
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