Can I just Stay in my Cave?
Well, reader- and writer-friends, I found out late that what was supposed to be here today wasn't ready to be here, so I was kind of left scrambling. Which is FINE. No worries!
I've been in sort of a whirlwind of getting books out and promoting books, and it's made me realize one important thing: Marketing eats up a lot of time.
I'm not sorry for my decisions, but I do miss the days when we used to be here blogging, kickin it. Discussing writerly events or world events. I value you, the friends I've made through blogging, so much.
Friday was a bad day.
Most of you know I've been in the writer's cave pushing hard to finish my new book The Truth About Letting Go before Christmas break. (It's a TTAF companion novel.)
So I've been all out of touch, and man, I've missed you guys!
Good news: I finished the first draft of TTALG, put on my running shoes and hit the trail at about 1:30 p.m. on Friday. Got home, stretched, showered and jumped in the car to get the kiddos from school.
Flipped on the NPR at about 3:15... just in time for the president's speech.
Yep, I was crying and processing and trying to get myself together by the time I had four elementary school kids--one of whom's in first grade--piling into my car.
Naturally, my oldest daughter is the duck on a june bug demanding to know What's Wrong!?!
I made up something that satisfied her.
What's the point? What's ever the point of something like this? I was raised in a house, in a family of hunters, gun owners, NRA members. I earned my Marksman First Class badge at summer camp when I was nine...
And I don't own a gun. Don't want one. Especially not while I've got children in the house.
Tru dat.But I hear all sides. And this is not a political blog. I have no desire to wade into those waters.
I guess my point is... sometimes the writer's cave is a nice place to be. And mental illness is a terrible thing. And I hate so much what happened on Friday.
At the same time, I believe in the good in people, in the love of small communities, and in our ability to rise above this.
It's Christmas. I feel like a John Lennon song might be appropriate right now. I miss our innocence, whether or not it ever existed. It's a beautiful dream.
Have a great week, reader- and writer-friends ((hugs))~ <3
I've been in sort of a whirlwind of getting books out and promoting books, and it's made me realize one important thing: Marketing eats up a lot of time.
I'm not sorry for my decisions, but I do miss the days when we used to be here blogging, kickin it. Discussing writerly events or world events. I value you, the friends I've made through blogging, so much.Friday was a bad day.
Most of you know I've been in the writer's cave pushing hard to finish my new book The Truth About Letting Go before Christmas break. (It's a TTAF companion novel.)
So I've been all out of touch, and man, I've missed you guys!
Good news: I finished the first draft of TTALG, put on my running shoes and hit the trail at about 1:30 p.m. on Friday. Got home, stretched, showered and jumped in the car to get the kiddos from school.
Flipped on the NPR at about 3:15... just in time for the president's speech.
Yep, I was crying and processing and trying to get myself together by the time I had four elementary school kids--one of whom's in first grade--piling into my car.
Naturally, my oldest daughter is the duck on a june bug demanding to know What's Wrong!?!
I made up something that satisfied her.
What's the point? What's ever the point of something like this? I was raised in a house, in a family of hunters, gun owners, NRA members. I earned my Marksman First Class badge at summer camp when I was nine...
And I don't own a gun. Don't want one. Especially not while I've got children in the house.
Tru dat.But I hear all sides. And this is not a political blog. I have no desire to wade into those waters.I guess my point is... sometimes the writer's cave is a nice place to be. And mental illness is a terrible thing. And I hate so much what happened on Friday.
At the same time, I believe in the good in people, in the love of small communities, and in our ability to rise above this.
It's Christmas. I feel like a John Lennon song might be appropriate right now. I miss our innocence, whether or not it ever existed. It's a beautiful dream.
Have a great week, reader- and writer-friends ((hugs))~ <3
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