I haven’t been writing and I have a good reason.
I found out that life is not like a continuous line; it is more like stairs. You stay at one stage for a while and then you move up to the next. When you arrive at a new stage, quite often, you’re confused and need time to adjust.
I’ve moved up to the next stage even though I kicked and screamed, refusing leaving where I felt comfortable. I haven’t been writing because I’ve taken time to accept and adjust.
Yesterday we had an Authors and Artists Event. Only a dozen people came to the event, but that dozen people made 5 hour event worthwhile. One Indian woman and her husband came to my table and the woman and I started chatting. I talked a little about my book Jin-Ling’s Two Left Feet and told her the profit from the book will be donated to our local food bank.
She picked up the book from the table, looked at her husband. “I want to buy this book, ok?” she asked.
Her husband looked at her, didn’t say a word.
“This is a story about culture conflict. I want to read it,” she said again, pleading with her eyes.
I grabbed her arm. “Take the book. It’s free, “I said and then I added, “Because I like you.”
She reminded me about the younger me. I used to look at my husband that way whenever I wanted to buy something even though I made enough money to afford the things I liked to buy.
She looked at me and said, “No, you donate the profit to charity, I have to pay.”
She opened her purse, took the money out and paid me. Her husband watched, didn’t say a word.
I really like this couple.
At this stage… it doesn’t take me long to figure out if I like someone or not. And I think this is a good place to start this blog 
