At the end of November last year, the storms of life rolled in. I was powerless to navigate around them. My personal craft (a row boat), loaded with all the things I knew as a writer and person, started taking on water.
In real life, the roof of my back room sprung a leak. Rain water poured down through the ceiling drywall and insulation. These are big storms here in California hitting us! Lots of water.
I rescued the two boxes of my novel, Working the Glass. They weren’t ruined by the water afterall. But the ceiling is destroyed.
Then my teenage daughter took over my writing space where I wrote the novel (she needed her own bedroom). My computer began to slow down and have connectivity issues. Trust me, you can’t write blog posts on an iPhone.
So the swells in my life got larger and my writing suffered. My effort to jettison all the things I was carrying wasn’t enough.
It’s hard to let go and my boat sunk. It’s amazing how fast time goes. This is my first post on here in three months.
I was lucky to make it back to shore. But here I am.
I swam back to shore. And for some reason. I couldn’t get back into the water. Until right now.
We get full of ourselves. I certainly did because I thought I was in charge. But humiliation and humility are good things.
Christmas came and went, so did New Year’s Day, January and most of February.
An empty vessel can move faster across the water. One loaded down with cargo is heavy and has its hull plowing deep in the water. With this craft, I’m agile and can navigate and weather the next challenges on my writer’s journey.
Like a vessel that holds water, you have to empty it before you can take on the love and learning you’ll need to get to the next level.
Since I’ve last written you in November, I’ve gotten new job at NASA in Moffett Field, California. I’m a leadership and training specialist there and the Lead for the Pathways Program for young scientists and interns at NASA. I started in January and I love it. Besides writing novels, I like this work; it keeps me balanced and gives me more stories.
My ship now is larger, but empty. That’s a good thing!
I needed to get back to writing to you with this one. I’m finding my way back.
This writers blog is my connection to you.
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