It’s not that I’m not working. I am. On at least three fronts at all times. I just don’t have much to say about the process right now.

This, too, is part of the process, I know. There’s always a lull in spring between the last melting of snow and the first real bustle of activity. In creation this feels like not a lot of writing, but a lot of thinking about writing and daydreaming about the connections between ideas. Deciding what to write about next, I suppose.

But I also run the risk of abandoning projects, so here I am. For posterity. I keep choosing to invest my time and attention and energy into myself. This is as true for me regardless of whether or not I’m leaving a trail of bread crumbs in my wake, but I want the bread crumbs. Maybe this will all make more sense someday.

Still pecking away at the keys. Still trusting the process.

Much love,

BH ❤