I’d apologize for the hiatus, but any initiate to the Blogosphere knows very well how easy it is to slip out of the habit of online communication in favor of other occupations. I reassure you, dear reader, I’m still writing, I’m still reading, I’m still here.
In my bibliophilic escapades, I’ve recently read a little more non-fiction, working through some of the shorter titles on my ambitious yearly reading list. Between the World and Me by Ta-Nehisi Coates and The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion both knocked the wind from me. Coates punched me in the gut, unapologetic and ineluctable in his narration of recent American history. Didion drew me down to unknown depths of loneliness and grief, paving the way with vulnerable, sharply real anecdotes from her own life. Some of these anecdotes were foreign, belonging to a different echelon of American society than I have ever experienced, but most were simply human, universal.
I recommend them both.
In my efforts to write, I have struck gold in an exciting new development that I’ll keep under wraps for the moment. I will say only that I have found affirmation, coupled with insightful guidance, regarding Wake to Wander. I’m rewriting now, working on a deadline, and loving every minute of the experience as, once again, careful revision reveals an entirely different, entirely better book.
More to come.
TTFN! (Ta Ta For Now!)