I won’t burden you with apologies for my long absence. I took a break from blogging, learned some things about myself, and wrote (and thought about writing) a lot.
New things (and old things) in the works.
I’m dusting off my thesis, BLOOD OF THE WINDMAKER, and will be spending the next couple of months revising and rewriting parts of it. This book deserves to see the light of day — or rather, the lights of the production room floor at the printer.
Also going to be reworking a short story that I’ve been sitting on for a while. It’s a tribute to my brother, and it deals with some pretty personal stuff. So it sits pretty close to my heart, and I’ve been unable to revise it for that reason. But I had someone read it recently, and she gave me some great feedback, so I’m hoping that one can find a home, too.
I think it’s time to start again. To pick up where I left off with writing and reading and breathing and being. The past year has been stressful and difficult, even when it wasn’t, and I haven’t been as active a participant in my life as I should have been. So. Here I am. Ready to pick myself up again, open to the first page, and write something — anything, everything.