Hey there. It's been a minute — more than a minute if we're all being honest. I know some of you have been wondering where I've been.
To make a long story short, it's been an interesting year. I've undergone a series of triumphs and failures, happiness and heartbreaks. I've done a lot of realigning, reassessing, and reaffirming within the past nine months. Boundaries, therapy, setting goals, and reexamining my relationship with many things, including my creative spirit, has led me to a space as strange as it is comforting and inspirational.
Some of you I've talked to here and there; and to those I haven't, I've been seeing and reading your comments, amused and heartened by not just your love but your continued support despite my blatant choice for solitude.
To be an artist is to be in touch with a level of emotional and psychological energy that can either make you or break you. It's easy to get wrapped up in finding perfection in your most recent work. Sometimes, it feels like there's no point of continuing after your work doesn't get the support you hoped or because you fear no one is thinking of your work after a lengthy hiatus, but I've learned that believing these things is a betrayal to my core as a creative. A creative must always make art for the love of it and not simply for the accolades.
All that to say: I am writing. I've written over 20,000 words in the past two months, more than I've ever been able to accomplish as a writer. The timeline of when you all will see those words is uncertain, but know that they are in the pipeline, just waiting to set your world on fire — because they sure have mine.
Thank you to everyone who has continued to support me. Thank you to everyone who continues to support their favorite authors. Most of all, thank you to the authors who continue to write despite the uncertainty in your own art. I SEE YOU! You're all an inspiration.
Everyone, keep doing what you do, and, of course, here's to 2024 and many, many more.
