Bananas & Ampelmann, Phew: Getting Back Into Writing

This is what it looks like when I’ve taken a break and I’m trying to get back into writing. I’m not sure what to write. Or how to write. Maybe I’m not a writer after all? I wonder. I know that’s not true, though. I know if I just stick with the process, if I keep my pen flying across the page, writing anything that comes to mind, a gem will stumble out, or at least a beginning. A thread for me to follow, an Ampelmann sign to cross the street. I can look, see if I want to go there, or change direction. Like this: What are all the things I could write about? If I was a writer, in my white linen writing dress, sitting at my new wood plantation desk, an ode to the Regeneration of an author cata