— George, look! That nice Kelley Eskridge is back! You know, the one we thought was dead in the desert somewhere and eaten by vultures!
— That’s super, Martha. Pass me the TV guide, will ya?
Nicola and I are entering the third (and final, SIGH) week of our staycation, in which we have gone at most, I think, 10 miles from our own front door at any point. She is completely unplugged from the world, and I am maintaining a very limited online presence for making social arrangements and doing research for my own writing. But no email/work for Sterling Editing or Clarion West or Lambda Literary Foundation or any of the other-things-for-other-people we are involved in.
And it’s great. I like it very much. I’m just stopping by here today because there are a couple of things I want to announce (posts forthcoming) and it didn’t seem right to re-appear with a bang and a flash and then smile mysteriously and zoom away again.
I enjoy my blog. It is for me both a personal pleasure and an artist-obligation. Long unexplained absence from it is almost always a sign of overload, fatigue, a certain head-down-in-the-bunker just-worked-harder coping strategy. These are not good things and I am fucking tired of them. This next week is for reading, writing, thinking, eating, drinking, talking with my sweetie, and coming up with some better strategies.
And I’m closing comments on this post because A) I’m not really here and I don’t actually want to chat (smile), and B) because I don’t want any advice on this. I want this lovely, lovely time to breathe and to find my own path. So watch this space for some news bits, and then look for me in conversation sometime soon. I was going to add I hope, but fuck that. I don’t need hope. I need to make good choices.
But I really am feeling better! And I hope you are well and happy and making good choices too.
