I didn't intend to fall off the earth, to stop blogging, or emailing, or talking for that matter. This summer, though, I'm taking some time to myself to be quiet. It's not that I haven't been busy, some days I wonder when the last time that I stayed home actually was, but when I am here I'm working on my writing and that takes the front seat in terms of time, energy, and head space.
Some of you know that I've been working on a collection of poems about missing women. There's only so much I can do at a time before I feel like my nerves are raw. When that happens, there's no room left for a bit to actually create a beautiful piece that honors them. At least that's my end goal, to create a poem that captures a moment or a piece of their essence.
When I can't go near the poems or my stack of printouts detailing their cases, I work on nonfiction. The outlook over there isn't much better since I've been writing about my dad and now a true crime piece. But still, I'm working, writing.
Now with the change of the seasons I'm shifting gears. I'm making plans for the shop, getting ready to head back to teach, and I'll be here again, maybe not as much and maybe slowly at first, but I'll be back. I've missed you all.