Writing is my albatross. I want to write. I really do, but I just can’t take the time to do what I love. I feel like I’m starving and need water and writing will replenish me, but I’m cursed.
I was in the writing spirit, but when my dad passed away in a car accident, my water and food ran dry. Finally, I am writing another post on this blog after walking away from this for so long. It’s been so hard finding time to write anything because the accident also put my mother in intensive care for a long time. I’ve been helping my mother recover and getting my father’s estate in order.
Life has been hard to deal with lately. I enjoy the work because it helps distract me, but I’m running out of work. I wish I could edit my thoughts away. Editing comes natural to me, but writing is something that I love, but never seem to finish. I’m cursed to never finish my own works completely.
So, does anyone know how to get rid of this albatross?
I use to teach British Lit. to Seniors and “The Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner” was one of my favorite pieces by Samuel Coolidge. For the life of me, I can’t remember the end. How does the mariner get rid of his albatross? Does he ever? It’s been over ten years since I taught. Can anyone answer this please?