Having the time, capacity and desire to be able to write is such a gift. As is being able to see the world clearly. The last few weeks a typical winter Tassie virus somehow got into my eyes and they stopped seeing the world. Everything was in a fog. I wasn’t sure they would come back, or that I would be able to write again, but five trips to a specialist later and they are clearing a little. Now, instead of worrying that I don’t have time to start a new book, I have just sat down and done it. Momentary loss of my eyes has been scary, and frustrating, and made me feel too vulnerable, but it has also given me the ability to see through the franticness of everyday life to make sure that I never take being able to write for granted again. And now I have a new story…
The world in focus
