When the world comes down around our ears
Sep. 12th, 2005 10:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pjthompsonI have many blessings in my life, many things to be grateful for. I am an incredibly lucky person, with good friends and a good support network. All I have to do is listen to the stories from 9/11; to watch five seconds of coverage of the disaster on the Gulf Coast; to watch five seconds of anything on the developing world or look into the face of a mother seeking public assistance, to know that I am blessed in many and various ways. So whatever problems I have seem quite inconsequential in comparison and I feel guilty even mentioning them.
But in one of those ironic twists that life so often supplies, just as the nation is going through one of it's biggest traumas ever, I'm going through my own difficulties. Nothing tragic, nothing I won't live through, just unanticipated.
None of this relates to writing: that's my sanity right now. So if I have promised a crit or a novel exchange or any of that stuff, it all still holds. It's nice to be able to plunge into the work and think of other things. I seem to have gotten back into productive mode last week, and that's a good thing.
The only reason I mention this now is because if I go silent for awhile or behave not-always-as-I-should, it may be because I am stressing. Then again, I may chatter endlessly about inconsequentialities as if I'm at a tea party with Alice and the Hatter. One never knows. About anything.
Everything changes. Nothing remains the same.
But in one of those ironic twists that life so often supplies, just as the nation is going through one of it's biggest traumas ever, I'm going through my own difficulties. Nothing tragic, nothing I won't live through, just unanticipated.
None of this relates to writing: that's my sanity right now. So if I have promised a crit or a novel exchange or any of that stuff, it all still holds. It's nice to be able to plunge into the work and think of other things. I seem to have gotten back into productive mode last week, and that's a good thing.
The only reason I mention this now is because if I go silent for awhile or behave not-always-as-I-should, it may be because I am stressing. Then again, I may chatter endlessly about inconsequentialities as if I'm at a tea party with Alice and the Hatter. One never knows. About anything.
Everything changes. Nothing remains the same.