Well hello there. At this point, I should stop publishing statements like, “It won’t be a long wait until my next installment comes out.” I mean… what do I know? Life, the mysterious conglomeration of forces beyond my control, went, “Buahahahaha… That’s what YOU think! I will derail you from your work with a febrile illness followed by spasmodic coughing that resembles seizures. It will last for days that feel like years. Then you’ll be silly and go climbing as soon as you feel slightly better and end up pulling chest wall muscles you forgot you had. They will ache exquisitely every time you breathe in or try to sit yourself up in bed. And for longer than you would like, every time you sneeze, it will hurt so much that you’ll see stars.”
Your experience above resonates a lot with my writing on Southbound. The burden to keep leaning in doesn’t go away, but life circumstances swallow the time needed for the messy work of writing. Hang in there--I’m grateful for your perspective.
So sorry to hear about your dad. Real life mostly inconveniences our good plans. I hope you find a place of steadiness again
Your experience above resonates a lot with my writing on Southbound. The burden to keep leaning in doesn’t go away, but life circumstances swallow the time needed for the messy work of writing. Hang in there--I’m grateful for your perspective.
I am so sorry to hear about your dad and his injury. That sounds really hard for everyone.