I am here. . .

Yes, I am here at Wiscon. I know I haven’t been around much. I’m tired, kind of out of it, and have been hiding in my room. I figure tomorrow I’ll actually be able to attend the con.

When my dad died, I told myself that I didn’t have to work on the novel for a month. I did some writing, did a couple of prompts and about half a short story (which I still may finish.) Everything I wrote was dark, and I didn’t have the urge to write and keep writing. “After Wiscon I’ll write,” I told myself.

Yesterday I did tarot card readings at the Gathering from 1 until 4, after which I went back up to my room and collapsed. Then I proceeded to have not one dream but two about pathways opening up. There was chittering at the back of my brain, that feeling of words and images meshing.

Today, when not sleeping or seeing people, I wrote. Though I was already 3000 words into chapter 12, I decided I needed to restart from scratch. So I did. A few weeks ago I managed to write 500 words. Today I wrote the next scene, another 500 words. I already have more ideas about the next scene, where it’s going, what it’s doing. And the scene after that. And. . .

Yeah. Pathways opening. Back in the saddle, yo. Yes, my life’s going to be crazy this next month, but guess what? It’s always crazy. That can’t stop me from writing.