“I heard a preacher say recently that hope is a revolutionary patience; let me add that so is being a writer.”
Let me add that so is being a mother.
“Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. You wait and watch and work: you don’t give up.”
I am waiting and watching and working. I am finding every cranny of time and I am writing. In notebooks while my daughter climbs me like a jungle gym. In the notes app on my phone while I’m on the treadmill. On the computer at night. Now, when I should be in bed, ready to wake with Isabella at 3:00 am.
I’m getting closer to hitting my stride.