I’ve been avoiding this place, because I’m ready to and have indeed done much of the work to split the two main topics into two blogs, well three.
Frankly, I’m waiting on the publisher and I’ve been working on the house in my usual semi-organized way.
But none of the “next steps” can be done until one of three things happen:
- I decide to take the mask off I have here just because.
- I decide to do #1 because I have a publisher for the memoir and news about that.
- I get the house clean and the book finished about it, and have THAT book to promote.
I haven’t forgotten about this place. Have thought 100 times I should write a blog about a topic — but I’m not ready.
(image from workitdaily.com via images.google.com)
After 10 years of work, from rough stories because I thought I might need an online memorial (had an operation in 2008) to more refined to yet more refined, to finally being far enough away from the stories that I could use my professional skills and pull a book together?
After 3 editors, 3-5 computers, 3 word processors, a file which was so corrupt it had to be retyped, etc. I am done.
And done in I think too, or maybe exhausted is just a better word?
Having the memoir done and knowing it’s pretty good has changed me in some weird fundamental way. I don’t really have anything else to say right now.