When the words just won't come, by Annmarie Miles
March is a difficult month for me. Both my parents' anniversaries are in March, the daffodils are blooming, my mother's favourite flower. There's Mother's Day, and St Patrick's Day - two events I don't really get to celebrate far from home, with no children. It's also a month I find writing very difficult. Because I'm sad. All the sadder this year because I have never been parted from my beloved Ireland for this long before. Lately when I have put pen to paper the stories have been melancholy. Even the prompt for my writing group this week, which I usually use for a funny anecdote, ended up being being a morose story. I used to push back against it. I would just stop writing. In fact I was looking at my post this blog from March 2020 and I was in a similar doldrum. This time last year I wasn't writing at all. Now I am. It's dull, but it's written. I will always find March hard. Depression is something I am learning to live with. I am slowly...