Good morning, everyone.
It’s been awhile since I’ve been here. After working every day for three years, I was in desperate need of a break. I should have taken one immediately after that seven-month out of the house, working every day for 12 to 14 hours job in 2014, but I didn’t. Instead, I jumped into a self-imposed every day, dawn to dusk working schedule of writing, editing, publishing and marketing. I squeezed in the other part of my life (family, household chores, animals, etc.) where I could.
So a break was necessary to reset my timer, recharge my batteries and reflect on what I’ve done and where I want to go next.
Before the computer age, returning after a break often meant catching up on the latest changes and the latest co-worker stories. Now, catching up means all that plus answering a few hundred email messages at three different email accounts, responding to comments made on blogs and social media, updating websites and checking out what others have been posting to their blogs and social media accounts.
If I haven’t responded to your email yet (I started last night, but my eyes become too tired to continue), please be patient. I find catching up on email is like a dance, the one where you take two steps forward and one step back. Answering five emails often results in receiving two more that were related to that first five.
It will take a few days before I get caught up and get back into the rhythm of sitting for long periods of time but by Monday, things should be returned to normal. On Saturday September 17th, I’ll resume the “Dust Unsettled” editing posts. I’ve learned a lot while away from my desk and I will share them over the next several weeks.
You might be asking why I titled this “A New Year Has Begun at the Writer’s Desk”. Well, January 1st has seldom felt like the beginning of a new year for me. It’s just a date on the calendar. It’s cold, dark and mundane. Perhaps life is supposed to begin in that dark place, but I prefer it to start in light with the beginning of the learning season (school) and endless possibilities stretched out before me.
So September has always felt like a new year for me.
So let’s begin.