If you normally follow my blog, you’ve probably noticed that I haven’t been blogging recently. And most likely you know the reason. But I’m not going to assume you do, so if you’d like to read my last blog post before my blogging draught you can find it here–A Person’s a Person No Matter How Small: An Open Letter to the Wappingers Central School District.
There are a lot of reasons why I’ve been stuck trying to write a new post…
*That last post was the most important thing I had to say. It was epic.
*I’ve been busy supporting my kids through the ups and downs of this experience.
*I’ve been insanely angry–so much so–I have yet to figure out what to productively do with those feelings.
*I’ve been processing, growing, and trying to be the best version of myself right now. It’s taken a lot of energy. Growing is hard.
*I’ve had a cold–still sniffling.
*And I’ve been sad. I have not had the liberty to languish in that sadness in front of my children, because I’ve had to don my super hero cape, even when it felt like fraud. So the sad has infiltrated my words more than it has anywhere else in my life. And more than anything, what I want to write about on this blog is my heartbreak and my feelings, but it’s not the right place for that at the moment. In time, that emotion will bleed into my books, where it belongs.
But that has left me with little to say in this space as I curl up and lick my wounds.
BUT IT’S TIME.
So I planned to just JUMP IN and write my conference blog today. I was going to leap back in, cold turkey, but pictures wouldn’t load and all kinds of other technical crap held me up. Then I realized what I really needed was to write about why I couldn’t write. Address the elephant in the room. “Hello, Elephant.”
Not as easy as it sounds, I’ve been staring at that pachyderm all morning with very little success–but sometimes the act of butt-in-chair and fingers in motion is how you get started when you don’t have the words. The day’s not over yet. I’m getting there–the right words will come.
And I will kick elephant butt.
It’s what I do.
*No elephants or their butts were harmed in the making of this blog post.
Back on Tuesday with a #NY14SCBWI conference recap.
And thank you for…everything. I mean it–you don’t know what your support means to me. (((((hugs))))))
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You will get through this time leaping over tall obstacles, or elephants, as the mighty YA author and elephant tamer I know you to be! (((Hugs)))