I'm not sad exactly, not elated either, but rather wary. I take the good moments as they come and do the same with the bad and that seems to be enough to keep me getting up each morning. I will claim that after my two month job detox and a series of other letting go, I have found myself with more energy. There is that fire in my belly again and words in my head in a voice that sounds clearer, cleaner, more like who I used to think I was than who I would venture to guess I might be now. So I'm writing it down. And editing and reading, and re-reading and re-writing and kind of loving it. I got the galleys for my next book last night. It's called Love and Guatemala and I am actually pretty damn excited about it.
And there are other projects, a children's book, three novels, one of which is actually pretty complete. So I guess this is what this is like...to be a writer with books. I've dreampt of this so long it feels a little anti-climatic. Oprah hasn't called me yet to tell me God, Hair, Love, and America is one of her favorite things...but I still have hope.
Yup. I'm actually doing pretty good.
