This is my August post for the Insecure Writer’s Support Group.

I’ve had a long summer and not so much in a good way. Well, okay, mostly in a good way. Right now, though, I’m mentally stuck on the fact that my father is in the hospital – again – because he fell and couldn’t get up. I’m hesitant to write about this, actually. It’s a moral decision that has almost nothing to do with writing, but I’m not sure what to do in this situation, and my brain is finding it hard to think about anything else for very long. They’re saying he cannot live alone, and all he wants is to be independent.

Meanwhile, I just got a new job, and I love my job, and I just got more hours at my job working for the library. Meanwhile, it’s exhausting dealing life right now, and my daily writing practice helps. It helps a lot in fact. Sometimes I feel like writing is the only thing helping me edge toward some semblance of sanity.

And that’s all I have the emotional energy to share right now. Trudging along day by day, continuing my daily writing practice, almost entirely journaling the past week or so. Hope everyone has had a great summer. Fall is coming soon!