I’ve been writing this newsletter for a year now (a little more but started regularly about a year ago) and am grateful to all of you for reading it. I had been in a dry spell for years. I couldn’t finish any writing. Everything I wrote was bad. I got brutally ghosted by a literary agent. I was sensitive and defensive about it. So instead I worked a lot, I read a lot, I went out a lot, I met someone I thought I would fall in love with. I attribute my writing energy to the heartbreak but I think in reality, it just comes and goes. Sometimes you simply have nothing to say.
I’ve been feeling like I’ve run out of things to say. Maybe it’s just the time of year: busy, stressful, too many holiday parties, limping towards the New Year. Maybe it’s just the utter and total darkness of the world.
In material ways, my life changed a lot this year. I sold a lot of writ…