Over the last month or so, this blog has become far less and less about writing my novel. Of course, it is quite difficult to discuss the writing of a novel when you're not actually working on writing the novel.
I share with you that life has been a bit of a black hole over the last month or so, for many reasons. Mostly due to love and family affairs. First love, and just as I was starting to move forward with my life, the family issues arose, which were more painful than the loss of one love and the non-existance of another combined. To the dismay of many, I have basically refused to speak of any of these "things," and I will continue to hold that ground for a while longer. Or until I have figured out where to go from here. Needless to say, it's been a very trying time. But I have the love of many friends and thanks to many of them, both near and very far away, I'm starting to regain some perspective on life again. I think so, anyway.
So, while writing has been difficult for me as of late, drawing has not. The feeling of peace that I have felt during my drawing sessions has been awesome. My mind is so completely clear, nothing and no one could possible creep into my mind. This has been major therapry for me. But I have began to journal again and often and perhaps someday very soon I'll open up the hardback notebook that contains already so many pages of a story that must be told, in what ever version I decide at that moment, I will pick up my pen and begin again.
Many thanks to Andrew, Eva, Allison, and Matt for picking me up when it's been so difficult to find my own feet.