The last year has been filled with some of my favorite literary moments, from the publication of my chapbook and debut full-length to the acceptance of a collaborative book I wrote with my literary partner in crime. But as I near the one-year anniversary of my chapbook publication, as I near 40, as my marriage hits 14 years, as my youngest daughter enters school, I am reminded over and over of the pickpocket nature of time. It’s difficult (for me, at least) to keep this site up to date. I’ve let weeks, often months, pass. Then when I return I worry about sharing news that is no longer new.
But I begin again this fall with renewed energy and purpose. I want to share more, even if the news is old, because the things that make you happy shouldn’t go stale.
Here’s to beginning again and again as if for the first time.