Unpause

My last post was from June 23rd–yikes, and damn!  It’s like the blog ran off the wheels, I tumbled off into the weeds, and the poet/writer/performer/publisher got lost. 

Well, I’m back.  

I’m going to do my best to fill in some gaps and be consistent for the last few weeks of 2025.  2025 was a big year for me. Please excuse some of the random photos I’m including in this post.  I think it’s always kind of nice to have some visuals as well as thoughts

When I last posted it was in June.  The weather was warm, my car broke down, my house had plumbing issues and I had just released the book “Lessons & Libations” on May 2nd. It was a hell of a mid-year.

July brought in my best friend of over 35 years as a roommate who had been overseas for 15 years. July also brought heat and a second job. July and the rest of the summer felt like a blur of getting my roommate acclimated to the U.S. again and trying to launch a book, a website, and a new career while trying to hold down two jobs.

I won’t go through month by month of the last 6 months, but the writer in me feels like

the last 6 months were more promoter, more publisher, more social media poster than writer. Instagram has been my online home since I left Twitter (refuse to call it X) back in June. 

The writer in me has demanded this post, this expulsion of emotion. Writer Me was all up in my head today at my second gig. It was saying  hey, you should do some blog posts to finish the year.  It whispered to me as I half-heartedly listened to people in recovery. There were flashes of ideas for blog posts that I didn’t get the idea to write down; but the urge was there.

So now here I am at 8:53pm laying in bed, writing. Typing actually. It feels a bit foreign. It’s not working on a graphic for an IG post, or scanning over pages in Lessons and Libations for a blurb. It’s not sitting in front of a camera, or planning an ad, or making background music for a reel. It’s just some piano music in the earbud, the old but reliable Macbook Air, my thoughts, and hopes that someone actually takes the time to read this. 

Shit–I’m actually writing. This has not been the last 6 months. This feels almost cathartic.

So today is the 13th of December and I’m not fully out of Publisher Planning Self, but I want to take like the next 11 or 12 days, and just write blog posts. You know, like ‘The 12 Days of Christmas’ but in a writer-kind-of-way.  I’m hoping to stay true to it, and consistent with it. I’m hoping that a writer or agent or publisher will read a post or two and say, you know what–I felt that, or I understand. I’m hoping I can put down my phone long enough to write words. I hope some of these words make sense.

Some of the topics that have been rolling around are:

• The Journey of Lessons & Libations and some things I learned
• Do I try and start teaching a writing class–combining love and some well needed money??
• Do I work on a book of poems as I submit my work to agents and publishers?

These were just a couple of ideas that were whispered into my imagination as my brain was struggling to stay present with job stuff. 

It’s December now, and currently 35 degrees outside, and there isn’t any snow. My eyes are a bit tired from this screen, but I’ve written about two pages. I’ve expressed myself. I wrote some words and got out of just posting stuff on IG. 6 months is a long time, but the blog is back.

I don’t say that with 13 year old fever watching my favorite rock star on stage. I say that with the intention of doing this practice more. Explaining more of the writing process, of the publishing process, of processing life while trying to be a self publishing writer.

Here’s to the writer in me. Here’s to the reader who got to this ending Here’s to the writer who came across this blog. And here’s to the all the humans who have done the same.  

See you soon.