How do you tell a story that is still happening?
Somehow, you just have to start where you start because, really, think about it, there IS no real start, as far as stories go usually.
Sometimes you have to risk it all and just jump right in. Risk … what? It doesn’t matter, really. (THAT is anxiety – the constant companion of the neurotic!) But sometimes, just sometimes, you just have to be brave and try something new.
But sometimes it takes a while.
I know I’m late to this, but frankly it never occurred to me. Starting a blog seemed far too obvious, too narcissistic. Well, it is. But dammit! This is an interesting adventure Bear and I are on, someone may actually wonder what we’re up to. And besides, the arthritis in my fingers has gotten real bad and, now that my art studio washed away in the storm, I need something else to keep them limber – typing!
So let’s just start with today. August 1st, 2013. Super Storm Sandy (as it is called up here) happened last October, right before Halloween. It’s still then in a way…