Hello All,
I am deep in book revisions and the PhD and it is taking everything from me. But I can see the horizon. The horizon is March 1st.
I wanted to touch base via your already overfilled inbox, because I’m thinking of you.
How are you?
How is your writing?
What’s really strange to me is how I can feel so inspired and so exhausted simultaneously.
You know?
I feel like these trees on this little island. Waiting for my leaves to come in. Or fine without my leaves. Simply being, and being reflected. Gazing at my reflection or away from it, across the water. The water reflects the trees and the trees twin. Their branches reach up and down but only up.
I am here being a tree, missing writing to you more. But I will return soon, and I look forward to that.
Tell me where you are, and what you are being?
(I want you to know, I am grateful for you, for reading and supporting this little newsletter when I am not here all the time. I will be back soon!)
You should not feel about about not writing here. Editing your book is a monumental task, as I know from my first one. You'll get through it. You may be sick of the manuscript by March 1, but it is worth your time and effort. My Mom was a highly skilled technical writer and editor, and I used to proofread manuscripts with her, so I have an appreciation for the importance of editing.
I'm not at that stage yet, but I am deeply immersed in my second book. I am hoping to sell the book to a publisher in March (I have an agent), but honestly, all I want to do is work on the book. I eat, sleep and breathe it, though I am still largely in a research mode.
The work makes me happy. I have cut way back on my consulting jobs to free up more time. During the pandemic shutdown, I shed many of my other obligations and social commitments. I stopped teaching my field courses, and stopped teaching theology a few months ago. I have become a recluse more than usual, but I still see my small circle of friends, mostly other writers.
Once I have a contract, I need to do some traveling to take care of some loose ends, including a trip to Florida.
Hang in there, Anastasia. We'll see you on the other side.
Peace,
Tom