Bring Me the Summer of My Youth

I’m ready for summer. I need the heat- I’ve become so tired of the cold and dampness.  I want to see sunflowers again- those big ones that seem so life-affirming. I am doing more writing -creative writing- and am going to start sending things out soon, once I’m finished with five of my short stories.  I can’t wait to start mailing things out- it is all very exciting.  My former English mentor/professor called me “brilliant” back in 1986-when I started, then stopped writing fiction. I was anxious to take it up again and feel the power of being the creator once again.  It is so satisfying putting the fine touches upon the stories; making them shine like a piece of good art. It’s like crafting something out of wood or paint and canvas.  I don’t know why I ever stopped writing creatively and settled for the lacklustre world of nonfiction and tech writing.  It’s apples to oranges- with the latter coming out the clear loser.  I need to keep creating.  I feel the need, at the age of forty-two, to go back in that direction from where I’d lost my way, retrace my steps like a man searching for a lost wallet or set of keys and see just where it is that I went wrong.