Saturday, November 11, 2017

Hiatus Notice

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lovely photo found HERE

Sorry, kids, but this blog's going on hiatus.

I wish I knew what the deal was. I wish I knew why I just can't seem to get a handle on the whole blogging thing. It was good for a few years, mostly when I worked a desk job and had eight hours a day to check on my blog, updating and commenting on others' blogs and returning the kind comments of others. I haven't had that kind of job for years.

Honesty, they say, is the best policy, so I'm laying it all out here. I miss that ability to actually feel connected to the blogging community and I've met so many amazing bloggers and writers and PEOPLE along the way. For whatever reason, life isn't cooperating. There's a rift between me and blogging and I need to put my focus and limited energy to other things. I've done this before, I know. I don't ever want to say goodbye for good but right now I've got to put this on hold.

Let's call it a holiday during the holidays.

That sounds much better.

We'll see how things go after the first of the new year. My health just hasn't been up to par for the past few months and I've been working on a couple of projects that take up most of my free time, including edits and revisions on a novel. Plus, and I feel this is most important, I need to get back involved with life outside of the computer. There's a lot of life around me and I feel it would serve me best to get outside and experience it. Something I haven't fully done since we moved to the coast three years ago.

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years'. I wish you all the very best of everything and I do hope to see you again in 2018.

Much love,
Jen xo


Wednesday, November 1, 2017

The Insecure Writer's Support Group - November Edition

Hello and welcome to the November gathering of the Insecure Writer's Support Group. We "meet" the first Wednesday of every month to offer encouragement to those in need and to perhaps get a little for ourselves.

Learn more about our group and sign up by visiting the website HERE.

How about a big, round of applause for our fantastic co-hosts for this month: Tonja Drecker, Diane Burton, MJ Fifield, and Rebecca Douglass! Make sure to stop by and tell them thanks for all their hard work!

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Life has been weird. I mean, weirder than usual. Ever since Hurricane Irma I've felt disconnected from everything: life, the universe. Even the number 42 brings no comfort. I've edited my novel off and on - a novel I completed in June. I wrote the dang thing in ONE MONTH but it's November and I'm still only half way finished with the first round of edits.

And I'm fine with that. Really. It's the strange, disconnected feeling, the illusion that I'm not really here but just observing life going on around me and participating no where, offering nothing in return that's weighting on my mind.

Maybe it's that Celtic shifting of the seasons: All Hallow's Eve, Samhain, All Soul's Night and all that. Perhaps the veil between this world and the spirit world IS lighter, thinner, flimsier than we think and I'm having a bit of trouble deciding where I belong.

*cue Yeats' "The Stolen Child"*

But I have been working, diligently, on some other projects. The novel haunts me, which is good: it's horror. When I do edit, it's all consuming so, perhaps, it's not such a bad thing to let it lie for a week or two at a time. I've been working with my hands more, sewing, creating things that are tangible and corporeal. Stories are more real, yes, but they require your soul. You realize this, right? Embroidery doesn't ask for a pact signed in blood. Writing, however, does.

Don't tell me you didn't know that?

So, what? Am I afraid? Afraid of what might happen if I offer up my creative self on a pyre to be consumed by the stories that threaten to match-strike at any moment? The projects bring me peace and open up a side of me that relishes the idea of turning back and walking muddy tracks at the turn of the twentieth century. I need that.

It's the mud that keeps me grounded.

How do you find balance between two selves? The writer self and the self that needs roots, that needs dirt under the nails and the prick of needles to remind you that there's more things in heaven and earth, Horatio? Or would you rather catch flame with the fire of your stories?

I'll tell you a secret:

There's also a part of me that longs to burn.

Good luck to all you WriMos and happy November!
xo

PS: I've been out of town since Sunday and won't be back until this evening. I'll be paying first Wednesday visits starting tomorrow :)