You know that case of writer's block that's so severe, it lasts almost a year?
No, neither do I.
I do, however, know the five stages of grief from being completely abandoned by T as she was going through said case:
- Denial: Oh, she's busy. She'll write a post in a couple of days.
- Anger: What the? She's posting photos of her baking on Facebook, but not here?!
- Bargaining: It doesn't have to be a long post. Just a couple of lines and a photo.
- Depression: She's outgrown me...
- Acceptance: I was just a figment of her imagination. And she's stopped imagining. It was fun while it lasted.
Right when I was about to lose all hope, inspiration struck. It didn't strike me (I don't need inspiration, I am inspiration). T found a secret backyard garden and started taking photos of her cakes there.
And thanks to that little secret garden, she now has a growing collection of some very outdoorsy cupcake photos—and a desire to start writing again.
As for me, Carrie Cakeaway? Well. You're reading this post, aren't you?
I'm back.
