In Safe Hands

It’s been hard to write my blog over these last few weeks as my focus has been entirely with a loved one who had been having surgery and recovering (and still is). So this has been a few weeks in the making. There has been some manic academic writing as I struggled to juggle both that and other concerns so Bob fell silent. But it has been a temporary silence, it has been a silent pact between us. Like when you can tell what someone is thinking or feeling just by looking at them. I kind of saw him heading in my direction, taking one look at my face and turning right around again with a final nod as if to say, “I’ll come back later”.

Now normally this silence between us would immediately send alarm bells ringing in my head as my brain went into that typical writer worry “What if my muse doesn’t come back? What if writer’s block descends and stays there like some stubborn child refusing to move?” But Bob and I seem to have a better relationship than ever before,  I need not have worried as this week he popped in to say “hello and by the way you need to look at that problem we have been wrestling with to do with a certain knife and a grumpy dwarf..oh and did I mention you were half way through writing your second children’s book not to mention a certain editing nightmare you were having?” and just like that he disappeared again I could almost see him hurrying quickly out of the room before I threw a cushion at him. But in someways it was a comfort, he hasn’t deserted me, he is just hovering in the background giving me a gentle prod to get on with it every now and again and I shall return to it with gusto soon. It may take me a few weeks to get back into my creative world but I know that at least this time Bob will be waiting for me and my worlds are safe in his hands until I am ready.

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