I'm sitting here wracking my brain for something to say. After all, with two weeks off of blogging, shouldn't I have plenty subject material? But the truth is that other than the traditional Christmas stuff (which, by the way, was awesome), I basically just took a ten day nap, using up the vacation time I had left so I wouldn't just lose it when the new year rolled around. I spent a week sleeping in and reading on the couch with my poodle in my lap- one of those phases where you read like a starving man at a holiday feast. I couldn't stop.
Last Friday, I caught Oprah's interview with J.K. Rowling. It was a rerun, but I missed it the first time around, so that made me really happy. It surprised me just how inspired I was just watching the interview. I'm not one of those crazed fans that stalk famous authors- and never will be- but I love it when I find a rare insight into their lives. I read Harry Potter once a year and each time am struck by Rowling's skill and ability to create Story.
The interview was so inspirational, in fact, that I spent New Year's Eve night rewriting the first 2.5 chapters of my new ms. Honestly, I wouldn't have known midnight came and went if it weren't for the fireworks a neighbor decided to set off beside my window. New Year's has never been a big thing for me. Sometimes I do stuff, sometimes I don't. This time it was just me and a few characters. Now it's caught up and I can move on!
I've also decided that it's time to re-submit my novel, the one I spent a year editing after a rousing round of rejections in 2009 and then submitted to a contest, only to receive 3 uber-confusing reviews. Now to edit one more time, research the submission process once again, write those query letters, and pray for. . .something wonderful.
Why is it so hard to hope?
Sometimes it feels easier just to bury the dreams in the basement. My mother has an ancient (okay, not that old) wooden chest in ours. There's nothing in it, but as a kid I used to imagine buried treasure inside. But I never opened it by myself because the lid was heavy and I had visions of it somehow swallowing me and closing on top of me, never to be seen again. Have any of y'all ever heard the old cassette tape story of The Case of the Secret Room from Adventures in Odessey? If you have, you know what I envisioned, except not in a secret room. Anywho, now the old chest sits empty, with boxes on top of it and luggage beside it. That's where I'd bury my dreams if I could do so and still be able to breathe in the land above. Only that's not possible. And after so long waiting, trying to gather courage and wisdom to do this again well, I think it's time.
Time to hope again. A new season. A new year. In so many ways.
Hmm... this post is very pensive. Guess I did have something to say after all. Thanks for reading, Friends! See y'all next Monday!
6 hours ago