My Well is Running Dry

Yesterday I began the tedious process of organizing and reviewing my journals for the year before Bob died. I was surprised by what I read. Amazing how the brain hides painful stuff. What a wonderful protective measure. What prompted this review of journals is attempting to remember (which I didn't and don't) what actually transpired the year before and the four years following his passing (which is the time period I'm writing about). I am so very glad I kept detailed records that allowed me to truly review the year I worked through yesterday. Today I will continue the process. I am trying to write for HBM as I go but I'm not quite sure yet how that is going to work. Will that make my writing more real? I finished Bob Bentley's 4-session genealogy writing course on Monday evening - learned a lot of useful writing hints - and came to the conclusion there is much more to learn. It seems I'm always biting off a big chunk of learning every time I get a chance to stop and cool my heels a bit. The next thing I know I'm deep into an entirely new discipline. This one, as with most, is not all pleasure. Much is just plain hard work. Some is emotionally draining. I think that is where the real effort comes in. How do I write and still stay sane? Or level-headed - or unemotional - or some of those things? It's not easy to make it all fun. I'm already considering giving up the project. Maybe what I need today is to pick up my knitting again, and read a romance novel. Certainly I can see the need to keep "filling my well." ---- just saw a turkey strutting and fanning his tail feathers out repeatedly across the Pond! Is it mating season?