Hello again.
Are you still there?
It's okay if you're not. I disappeared for a year. I get it.
I'm back again, but I know that once you leave a place, when you come back, you're never quite the same person as when you left; and the place isn't really the same as it was.
And that's okay, too.
Right now, it's hailing outside. I can hear it beating against the window.
Right now, the TV cleverly attached to the barn door that hides storage is playing my favorite-ish songs.
Right now, I'm about to start writing in my new space.
Okay, it's in the basement, but it's finished, and it's decorated with all my stuff, and it's sweet. There are even plants! And it's mine.
I've been tossing over my next novel for a while now, and then had to make some decisions on my past works. It's crazy, as a writer, you get so many ideas. Too many ideas! You can write full drafts, and realize it's not going to work. You can write pages and realize the story will work. You can abandon pieces because you can fix them, but don't have the heart to. Writing is unlike any other endeavor. It's a bit crazy.
I've got one first draft and one second draft aging in my drawer and on my hard drive. I'm working on a third first draft. It's exciting, but i realized this week I'm ready to work again on the second draft, my YA Space Story which I just love, and even though I kept telling myself I was going to let it go, I can't. So this fall, we'll be pulling that one out again and seeing what there is that I'm attached to.
I know I haven't blogged in bah, who knows how long, but I found I really needed to get off social media for a while. A while turned into almost a year. Now, I've got a twitter and an instagram and this, and that's it. So, if you're here still, that's cool. If not, it's okay.
