Hello, dear blog readers (if there are any of you out there)! It’s been a while since I’ve written. Today’s post will be a simple update…just like olden times.
Chris and I are doing well here in gloomy LA, on the cusp of our dog Frankie’s first birthday, and five months away from our upcoming wedding! We got engaged in March, on our fifth anniversary of dating.
I am still writing—in fact, I’m taking a UCLA Extension course in the summer, after I go to Greece with the Yale Alumni Chorus. It will be my first-ever writing workshop, and it’s in Poetry. (It’s been a while for me since any attempts at writing poems, and it’s a heated area. I am currently reading, and loving to the point of distraction, Mary Oliver’s Poetry Handbook.)
I’ve finished (about) the third draft of my novel. It’s now is in one of those fallow periods, on a shelf, until I have the courage to return to the endless learning process of its revision, editing, and expansion. So, too, is a rather goofy unfinished sci-fi comedy project I had almost completely forgotten about. I’m also writing a feature-length screenplay on a subject dear to my heart.
I’m studying the art of self-reliance, these days, and I’m sure I’ll see you all again as I come farther along around the outside of this very wonderful and very useful time which we often call a “quarter-life crisis.” I love how change in life forces us to become more of who we always were in the first place, and to forgive and forget the rest. I’m lucky that life somehow eternally manages to teach me to let go, rather than freeze up.
If you’re reading this, thank you, and I send you a little of my love and good wishes through the written word, as often did of one of my great beloveds, Walt Whitman. It was his 200th birthday this week!
“You will hardly know who I am or what I mean, / But I shall be good health to you nevertheless, / And filter and fibre your blood.” - Walt