What's Next? Updating My Life.

It's hard for me to believe, but exactly a week from now, the Scribbler's Retreat Writers' Conference will be over, my speech will all but be forgotten, and I will be on an airplane, probably over Kansas somewhere, heading back here.

I'm not sure what to think about that. I've used this conference as a beacon, something to light my way through the darkness of my grief, and soon I will have to figure out what to do when the conference is over. I'll work on my grief book, of course, and I'll have to figure out what to do with all my facebook groups. For some reason, they are "new and improving" them to the point of unusability, at least for my non-nefarious purposes. We had some great discussions, and the discussions will no longer be available. Don't know what the point of that is. All of that collected wisdom just  . . . gone. I also can't procrastinate too long in upgrading the groups, or I will lose all the members. Sheesh. What a mess.

To a certain extent, it's the impetus I've needed to rethink my promotional efforts both for me and for my publisher, Second Wind. To that end, I will be doing something I've never considered — emailing lists. At least they are something I would have control over. Don't worry — I won't be adding anyone who doesn't want to be on the list. (Unless you responded to giveaways, and most of those had a note to the effect that your email address could be used to notify you of future giveaways and contests.)

But after that? Haven't a clue. I was talking to someone today about the conference, and she asked if I'd ever taught before "other than on the internet", and it occurred to me that in a roundabout way I have been teaching writing all along. So perhaps I'll do writing workshops here on this blog. It wouldn't be that much different from my various online discussion groups, but it would be more structured. Perhaps post a tutorial every Sunday night? And something similar to my presentation for the conference – creating incredible but credible characters – would be a good place to start. Besides, I need a new focus for this blog.  Grief only goes so far.

I'm not in the throes of grief anymore, at least not much — I keep myself too busy. I figure, if my life mate doesn't want me to be thinking about him, he shouldn't have died. Can you detect a hint of anger here? He used to tell me I needed to keep a pilot light of anger. He said it would fuel without consuming me. And what do you know — there it is. And it does help.

Funny how life coalesces at times. Everything of my old life (both online and offline) seem to heading for another turning point. Of course, that could be an illusion (or a delusion), but it's true that this is another time of many changes.

I'll keep you posted. And for sure I'll get photos of the conference.

Speaking of photos, you've all seen the rather blurry photo of me I use as an icon. The photo accompanying this post is the picture it's cropped from — my parent's 60th wedding anniversary party, just a couple of months before my mother died. Happy mother's day, Mom. Hope you're at peace.

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