Time doesn't heal -- Ava Manello

Today marks a year since I lost my amazing Mum to cancer. I guess she gave me my love of reading as she always had a book on the go on the side of her bed. Through her, I was introduced to Agatha Christie, Jean Plaidy and the like.

I'll admit she wasn't a fan of my style of writing as it has descriptive sex in it, but she was always proud of me as a writer and told all her friends about my books.

I don't know about you, but when life throws curveballs at us, I always escape into a book. For those few hours, I'm lost in another world, away from my problems and worrying about someone else's life instead of my own.

There is a magic to reading that is like nothing else, escapism and pleasure that I have never found in any other medium be it on the screen, stage or music.

So when you're having a rough day and losing your writing mojo, just remember that the words you create on the page may just make a difference to your reader, they may make a bad day better.

Apologies this is such a short blog post this month, but today isn't about books, it's about time spent with family remembering an incredibly special and very much missed woman.

I miss you Mum. Love you always x


Comments

Wendy Jones said…
Thank you for taking the time to share in such a difficult day. You are right, Reading is balm to the soul
Griselda Heppel said…
What a sad anniversary, I am so sorry. To know that books can help people through grim times is a great motivation for keeping writing. Should be added to Wendy's list on her 16 February post! https://authorselectric.blogspot.com/2019/02/motivation-matters-by-wendy-h-jones.html
Umberto Tosi said…
My own dear Ma, whom we lost 20 years ago, would have been 101 today - and I still miss her. I don't think she ever got through one of my books or the magazines I published. She read novels, but not my kind. Nevertheless, she displayed them all prominently on her coffee table and visible shelves. Thank you for sharing your moving elegy.

Popular posts

Move Your Tired Old Ass Like a Writer -- Reb MacRath

Twelve hours and several lifetimes: a day sail on the Deben with books

Be True to Your Inner Imposter --- Reb MacRath

A Few Discreet Words About Caesar's Penis--Reb MacRath

Misogyny and Bengali Children’s Poetry by Dipika Mukherjee