Cathy Coley

Yet again, I start a new project. I’m completely pantsing this one. Highly unusual for me. It’s set in 1982-3 [edit: I changed the timeframe to start in summer of 81 to match up with certain world news events -11.23.2021] with a female teen main character, and in my hometown in CT. I want to explore the ideas of sexism and racism and privilege that is more recognized now, that I felt then, but felt like I was screaming into a void of privileged environment where I grew up. I questioned a lot, and was told it wasn’t to be questioned, just the way things were, as if it was the natural order, but everywhere I turned, so much was unfair to so many.

So now I’m working it out in a novel. I write it in short stints. That’s about all I can handle these days. My brain is slowly coming back, but everything is exhausting, from my usual health issues, cancer recovery, family stuff, to world stuff. But I am writing. And I like where it’s going. Maybe I’ll actually see this one through. Oh! I started painting again after thirty five years. It really helps me to open creative pathways in my brain.

Thanks for reading.

Be well,

Cath