I always like to put up a post on Sunday or Monday. But I really don’t have anything. I’m in a mode where I think more about fiction than real life. Nick’s not much of a talker. None of his family is, they are a quiet bunch, unless it’s just them. I’m grateful I found blogs all these years ago. I like words, especially written words. Too often Nick and I do a lot of not talking.
I don’t blame Nick. He is like so many men – if she is not crying or yelling at you, for heaven sake don’t rock the boat! Keep your mouth shut lest you stir something up. So since quiet and few words are his way I’m guessing he is perfectly content. And I’m moderately content. I wish he enjoyed talking about or doing TTWD, or maybe I should say TTID – this thing I do. But he doesn’t. So my passion for it turns to my fiction – which is how I’ve dealt with it all my life. It’s very comfortable and safe for me and I’m grateful for the outlet.