As many of you know, the past six months of my life have been filled with turmoil--betrayal, loss, heartache, and change. Through all of this, I have struggled as a writer. True, I have a novel releasing in July and I was able to suck it up and successfully navigate the editorial process, but outside of that, I've not been able to get back into my writing groove.
With that said, I woke up this morning with a revelation: I am not only a novelist, I am also a poet. And what can a novelist do when her tumultuous emotions won't allow her to work on novels? She should write poetry!
So today I will buy a beautiful book of blank pages and I will spend this gorgeous summer filling those pages with ardent poems.