I'm basically "finished" with my current Novel-in-Progress and it's been tough to move on, or branch out.
It’s a delicate balance for a writer today. I think it’s safe to say that most writers are relatively private people. That may have worked out just fine in Harper Lee’s day. She could be reclusive and still experience the success of her work. Today, though, I’m told I need to have an Internet presence. I can’t sit at home and write in my journal unless I publish it for the whole world to see and repeatedly tweet that post to millions of followers. (Just in case you wondered, I don’t have millions of followers—but you could see that by clicking my Twitter link.) I need a platform. I need to market myself. So I am caught in this in-between place because I’m really a novelist and a story-writer, sometimes poet, yet I’m living in an age when we’re expected to be online almost 24 hours a day. If you’ve read my blog much, you know that I am against that in theory. Still, I do it. I leave Facebook open most of the time now because I haven’t had a chance to change my email settings to make sure I don’t miss a message or a wall post. (And I’m oh so popular, you know?) I’m on Twitter much more than I used to be, but I honestly don’t find that to be as much of a time-sucker as Facebook. I just need to keep up with everything going on, don’t I?
But once in a while I get stumped when it comes to blog posts. Most of the time this happens when I’m going through a lot of personal growth and I don’t necessarily want to share it with anyone outside my inner circle.
October has been quite a month. It’s actually my favorite. I love autumn. The colors, the crisp, cool air. Our annual hike to the Pinnacle. Todd and I had our DTR (Define the Relationship) talk twelve years ago this past Monday. (That’s Treat-speak for “Dating Anniversary” I guess!) Both of my children came into the world during this month. So this month has been good—full of happy memories and new memory-making, as well as promising news regarding my career as a writer. (I will not say any more than that just yet. I am way too superstitious!)
|At the top of the Pinnacle!|