“Writing is not life, but I think that sometimes it can be a way back to life.”
-Stephen King, On Writing
I’ve been silent on this blog for 158 days. On the two year anniversary of “My Writing Corner” I admit that’s not a good thing. However, in being true to its tagline of it being “A place to share my writing, the process of doing so and the part of me that it comes from”, I apologize for the silence and move forward into 2014 with a renewed commitment.
Two years ago today I started out with the dream of beginning a blog, “ready to take the plunge and open myself up to sharing my writing…to hone my skills as a writer, dedicate myself to the craft of writing more and see where this adventure takes me.”
I had 67 posts in 2012 and found myself sharing not only my fiction, but surprisingly, different parts of my life as well. It was an unbelievably productive writing time with the frosting on the cake being a published piece in Chicken Soup for the Soul: finding my faith.
2013 began with a blog about my “growth as an artist as well as a writer” – heady stuff. I started the year with I Should Be Writing BootCamp with Lisa Romeo (worth every penny, educational and inspiring!) I submitted a handful of pieces to different places and yes, received a couple rejections, but also had a My View published in the Buffalo News and an essay accepted on the “this I believe” website. I wrote the 17th blog post for the year on July 27th and stopped.
I know from past experience that I don’t just stop writing for no reason. And although there were numerous ones, in part, depression, like it or not, is part of where my writing comes from. Sometimes I am able to write through it and other times, like the past five months, it numbs me and nothing makes the passage from my thoughts to the paper. I’m fortunate to have good people in my life who help me through these times and thankfully, am starting 2014 from a better place.
I am pleased that I did manage to write one piece in the past five months about a lesson learned from my mom, and got it submitted by the November deadline to Chicken Soup for the Soul for an upcoming book on traumatic brain injuries (I have not heard anything back yet.)
I’m not sure what direction my writing will take this year, but feel ready for the glide of the pencil of paper and the tapping of my fingertips on the keyboard. It is with thanks to my husband Steven, son Abram, sister Darcey and longtime writing friend Elaine Kehoe of the blog, Tea Leaves for the love, guidance and gentle nudges that have helped make it so.