The last two months I was seriously in need of help and support. The Insecure Writer’s Support Group made me feel welcome, calmed me down, and pointed me in a new direction.
A couple weeks before Christmas, my side of the family blew apart.
Without going into details, the fact is the whole family dynamic shifted. The drama was a long time in coming, but unexpected in it’s method of arrival, and certainly didn’t end in a satisfying way for much of the family. Really, when do these things ever?
Well, sort of. The kids are back at school and I have all kinds of time to write. But I’m not. Or, at least, not as much as I could.
Don’t be alarmed. It’s just me moving the furniture around in here.
…before the carnage is unleashed. Muahahahaha!
Ok, now that I’ve got that out of my system.
I hate making resolutions and blame it on my grade school teachers. After returning from Christmas vacation, they always assigned a theme (remember those?) in which we described our New Year’s Resolution.
“My New Year’s Resolution is to be nicer to my brother and sister.” Yeah, right. That one didn’t last the day.
“This year, I’m going to work hard and get better grades.” That might have lasted a month or two.
As a kid, I think I also confused resolutions with my Catholic friends’ ideas of what they would give up for Lent.
“You’re giving up chocolate? For the whole year?!”
Despite this long-standing childhood trauma, and because the new year is an obvious point of change, I do spend a moment or two reflecting on the past year and thinking about the year to come.
I planned to finish my first draft today, but it’s not gonna happen.
*Confetti and balloons!*
*Unicorns and glitter!*
I’m late writing about this. Everyone probably already knows Borders is closing, right? And while anyone who’s been paying attention the last couple of years probably isn’t shocked, it’s disappointing nonetheless.
My husband and I have recently had a series of discussions about where we are in our lives right now and how it’s different than what we had planned years ago. Like a great many people, we aren’t exactly where we wanted to be at this stage in our lives. Not a big surprise. However, those discussions and the children going back to school today – wheeeeeeee! – combined to hit me over the head.
Yes, yet another writer chiming in on her perspective on the state of “physical” books. It’s going to be short and sweet and I’m not going to site other posts on other websites. This is a pure opinion piece.