From the Wordless Depths

From the Wordless Depths

I’ve been absent awhile. I’m going through some personal stuff. Let’s just call it a breakup and a move. Because that’s what it is.

I am not the writer who does well under the press of strife and struggle and especially when I feel unanchored. That island sanctuary—that bubble where calm, comfort and energy meet to create the perfect writing environment—is elusive when one’s favorite writing HQ (home) is in limbo. I’ve tried to dock in coffee shops, but it doesn’t feel the same when my writing desk is orphaned elsewhere.

The good news is that I’ve found a new place to call home and everything will be at rights again momentarily. I will overindulge in my workaholism to make up for this blasted month. It’s astounding how much gets done in thirty days, and, alternately, how much can go to seed.

So here are some of my goals for May:

Enter the Paper Darts 800-word writing contest. Details here: Paper Darts Short Fiction Award.

Enter the Shock Totem writing contest. Details here: Shock Totem Flash Fiction Contest.

Finish the first draft of my first-in-a-long-time short story.

Finish revising my YA Fantasy novel and send it off for review. I really need to get this thing out of my hands.

Wait impatiently for a response from a publisher to whom Robert and I submitted Beatrice is Dead.

Maybe I’m kidding myself with this list but it’ll at least force me back into a necessary frame of mind.

May nothing sever a writer from her pen…