Today is Tuesday and I’m back at it: staring off into space so that I might return to a time and place long past. And write about it. The people, the places, the events, and above all else, the emotions.
It’s like taking that first cold ocean swim of the season — uncomfortable. So instead of diving in, I can (and do) find all sorts of reasons not to: things that need doing or various research items that could benefit from googling. Not to mention numerous trips to the kitchen for snacks and cups of tea.
But I’ve got Corabelle at my feet to keep me cozy, so I’d best get on with it.