Now that I've moved to a new place and building a new life, it takes awhile for my brain to work on a new story. I may have a lot of things to say, but I can't find the time (not yet), or the space where I can sit down quietly, undisturbed.
I miss writing. Writing is a friend, not just an activity or a hobby.
In the past few weeks, I had to turn my back to writing because of traveling and moving.
Watching the sun set by the lake
Today while I write this blog post in my friend's apartment - she was kind enough to let me stay here for a couple of days! - I'm able to gather my thoughts and type them down.
Here's what I think:
When I write, I find clarity. I sort things out quietly. I acknowledge and make space for all my thoughts, whether they're bothersome or helpful.
Writing helps me make sense of the world.
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In April, I wrote about pitching to publishers.
Finally, I can share that my first published article for the year entitled '5 Books that Remind Us It's Okay to Be Heartbroken' is now live on Amendo, a website "for 20-somethings who are curious about how to embrace both their Catholic history and their present reality."
Screenshot from Amendo.com
Read the full article here.