“Start telling the stories that only you can tell, because there’ll always be better writers than you and there’ll always be smarter writers than you. There will always be people who are much better at doing this or doing that – but you are the only you.” – Neil Gaiman
Welcome to my nightmare. I mean, my studio. Some days, it feels like a nightmare in here what with all the books I want to read in my never ending collection of pens and notebooks — Look, pretty, pretty paper!
Sorry, where was I?
Ah, yes. My studio. Here is where the magic happens. And by magic, I mean hair-pulling, tear-fest inducing, up late at night hard work. (I swear, my Muse looks suspiciously like a certain Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.)
Originally, I wanted to call this blog The Chronically Ill Writer. But the whole point of launching this new site was to get my life back despite suffering from fatigue. I want to embrace the reality of living with chronic exhaustion without wallowing in it.
So here, instead of a pity party, we will sit in my garden in summer or by the fire in winter and talk about writing, poetry, gardening – really anything and everything. More importantly, we will talk about living a full and well-rounded life while embracing whatever pain or fears or disappointments may come our way.
I cannot promise you it will always be happy or that we will always agree (how boring!) What I can promise you is that you are safe here. No condemnation, only an exploration of truth and love and beauty.
So come in, take what works, leave the rest, And rediscover your center, your peace.
It’ll be the loveliest nightmare you ever had.