Those of you who might have been following the plot might know that over the last handful of years or so i had basically not been writing – not much, if at all. Caregiving for my husband (and then losing him), and then being the caregiver and the sole person responsible for my mother in her decline (and then losing her) and in between losing a 19-year-old cat whom I desperately wanted the opportunity to throw a 20th birthday party for… these have been fallow years, full of pain, and loss, and a very dry creative well (my mother once asked why I wasn’t writing anything “these days”; all I could do was laugh hollowly.
In recent months I seem to have been picking up some pieces, and a small slow trickle has been seeping back into that dry well. I wrote several short stories (and I have sold THREE within the last six months or so…) I got ambushed by what turned out to be a novella-length thing which is going to be coming out as ebook and possibly a slim paperback scheduled to be released via Book View Cafe (you heard it here first) in the fall (and then did a piece of silk-and-gold-work embroidery to use on the cover…)… and then I discovered myself – in a way that hasn’t happened for a really long time – adrift on the tides of story and simply surrendering to the flow of it in a novel which I began YEARS ago but which got put back on the back burner for a lot of the reasons I mentioned above and to which now I am returning. And as far as that novel is concerned I am… channeling… in a way I haven’t done for a very long time.
I have no idea where I am headed but the words are returning.
There was a moment where I finished writing a scene in this new book and I actually felt tears welling up in my eyes. It’s been so long. It’s been so LONG. It’s been so lonely.
Welcome back, stories. You have no idea how glad I am to see you gathering around me again.
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