September 17, 2003
The Chronicles stopped last March for a couple of reasons; I felt I had nothing new to share, I was afraid to speak of some of the ugliness that was going on and my interest on chronicling had faded. Also, I didn’t want to be public anymore, I wanted my privacy back.
I spent the summer going through changes – personally and professional – and came out with a new sense of who I was as a person and a writer. The time-off from sharing, from wondering if what I was doing was useful, from speculation, was wonderful. It was a messy summer in some regards and completely beautiful in others.
Now I find myself at a new level with writing and creativity. No longer that of someone trying to break into the industry, of trying to get established, of trying to figure out if I really am a writer or not but instead I’m someone who, with so much work, determination and lots of tea, made a creative dream real. I’m now working on maintaining a creative career and lifestyle, of starting new projects and being in charge of my writing instead of at others whims. It feels really good to feel confident, and to feel like I’ve earned that confidence over a two-year journey.
With all the new changes and discoveries, I debated if I should once again share information. I didn’t want to do so unless I was sure that what I shared would be useful and new instead of the same old same old. I decided that because of all the changes, that it’s time to come back.
One of the reasons was some things I went through this summer I didn’t know were so common because no one ever talks about it – not even industry friends. I decided I am going to risk talking about things that are messy, scary and sometimes disturbing because I believe there is value to it. Like good things, they’re important because they’re part of the journey. If we all realise that they all happen, maybe we won’t be so scared when they hit us.
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