You know how Charlie Brown, when he gets to the end of his tether, says, "Good grief!!"

Or at least he used to, in the days gone by of my girlhood.



Well that is so how I feel with this memoir. I have SO MANY notes, so many thoughts sorted out, so many memories and nothing that lands on the page winds up being anything I like. It is so frustrating.

I look around me at all the bookshelves filled with my books and I know for a fact that I've written about a million words already about everything else, so the chances are pretty good that I'm eventually going to get this project into first gear, but it is frustrating. Yesterday, I started with a paragraph on the page, added some stuff, then once more deleted some more stuff and then wound up even deleting the paragraph I had started with so I finished a day's worth of writing with a BLANK PAGE. Like working in reverse.

On a sad note...

One of the local cats killed my male cardinal this morning. He was so gorgeous, so vividly red. He and his female mate lived in the tree outside my bedroom window and I so loved watching them. I feel so bad. And I feel so bad for the female now, too. They were inseparable.