I’ve been a complete remiss blogger of late. I have no excuses.
Oh that’s a lie I have plenty: recovery from vacation. Recovery from the final slog to turn in my manuscript. Family emergency. Exhaustion from all of that (I can count that double, yes?). Going back to school. Getting my kids back into school and managing how we’re all working out times and schedules.
Also, somehow finishing the manuscript set some other writing portion of my brain free and I had a two or three week whirlwind of insanity in which I wrote several short stories in my fannish world.
Now it’s nose back to the grindstone as I’ve gotten my first round of edit notes back! This is such an exiting and daunting process for me. It’s been a challenge, to say the least, to try to trust myself when writing; am working hard to work myself out of the need for hand holding. There might or might not be a constant mantra (this is my story. Only I can tell it) circling in this cavernous jumble of a brain with the hopeful intent that it will actually sink in.
But it’s all happening — all of this beautiful insanity of life with passions and family and goals converging into these moments in time. Rather than let myself feel swept up and away, I think I’ll leave my editing portion of the day with a high five before girding my loins and tackling some school work.