Wondering about my Wanderings

Comforter anyone

January 5, 2014

I am back on my "dear me" kick trying to channel my comforter. Back in the seventies I went through an awful bout of depression at a time when Massachusetts was getting more snow then they knew what to do with. There was a need for a comforter on those dark nights of the soul that had gotten frigid and sublime. My first exposure to a writing community has made me aware of the need for a comforter. Call him/her coach. There are some days when I feel like an awful writer and wonder why I even lift up something as heavy as my mood. Call the coach. In the seventies this person was my five year old sister Lisa. She took her big young adult brother by the hand and let him know it was going to be ok. I like the image of emotional nurture and push. Coaches in our world can be as tender as a parent and tough as a drill sergeant. Nothing is more precious than sorting out what makes one's craft valuable. I went into Writing.com wet behind the ears. I did not know bit.em. I joined up with power (rangers) reviewers and had fun lampooning Lornda. If I knew what I was doing I would not have done it.

This year will be more fun. The coaches/comforters will come raining out of the sky. You can do it "me". Do it for the gipper (God) if need be. Let people reviewed know they are wonderful or awful if that is what they demand. Look forward to the critiques, a few "1"'s are good for humility. This year will be a time of making up my mind what it means to do a good review and story. I have learned the hard way trying to please people leaves one out in the cold. Dear me, out of the depths send the comforter to warm me maybe even warn me so that I might not give up my life in vain.