There is so much that I want to write about. At any given time I have at least four or five long writing projects kicking around in my head and many more short projects. I get overwhelmed by the sheer number and then I have terrible writer’s block. Because I want to tell all the stories. How can I choose where to start?
I want to write about standing underneath the watchful eye of a giant Buddha inside a cave on Marble Mountain, Danang that our tour guide casually mentioned was a Viet Cong field hospital during the “American War.”
I want to write about the Arrivals Hall at Hong Kong airport that following Monday, so filled with protestors wearing black and chanting anti-police slogans that after Maddie and I got separated from the boys, she looked up at me and asked, “Mom, are we in a war?”
I want to write silly things about how our Cantonese teacher corrected my pronunciation in class, telling me that instead of saying “restaurant menu” I said something more like “the chickens are running away.” When we walked home after class on a city street that looks like Manhattan, we saw trash barrels on fire and Taoists feeding the flames with joss paper and fake money to appease the Hungry Ghosts. My life in this city is a never-ending amusing anecdote about how I don’t belong…and I’m now mostly ok with that.
And on top of the personal, I really, really want to finish my in-progress-since-forever how-to book for millennial parents about writing their own Estate Plan without an attorney. Because it can be done and I think a lot of people need to know that. And I want to wrap up my drafting work with existing online clients because it can be awfully nice to get a check.
The kids are back in school. It’s time to get back to work.
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