When I started this blog in December of 2016, it was both private and solely for Mason.  A lot has happened since then.  Obviously, it’s public now, and it’s about a hell of a lot more than just one boy.  (Really, it’s about all of my boys.)

But first, as always, the beginning.

Back in December, I was still friends with someone I had known since I was thirteen, someone I loved dearly, and someone who I had always shared my words with.  Four months later, we stopped speaking.  Hurtful things were said, and I’m not going to go into it here, but I am bringing it up for a reason.  My entire world tipped off its axis.  I stopped querying for Mason.  Every time I looked at it, it felt wrong.  It was irrational, but I felt like everything I wrote was awful.  I wanted to burn all of it.  I never wanted to look at it again.

Deep breaths.  This was not the end.  And really, all it took was one beach trip, my anam cara, and I was writing again.

I’m still working on Mason.  I’m not physically writing it, but he’s always there.  For now, he’s on the back burner.  I need to come to terms with his story.  More accurately, I need to rewrite it.  I need to get rid of the burnt pieces, and let him be born again.  For now, though, I have five new boys that I’m over the moon about.

And so, finally, I am making this blog public.  This is a space for me to talk about my writing, what I’m reading, even what I’m watching or listening to.  This is a space for words, in whatever shape or form they take.  Recently, I’ve been looking for other writer blogs to read.  I only ever read Maggie Stiefvater’s, but I need more.  Just like I follow 100+ yoga Instagrams, I need more writers in my life.  And so, I’m taking the plunge.  I’m letting the world into my very scary mind.  Like I said in the very first post of this blog, this is a kind of stream of consciousness into a writer’s insane mind.  Here’s hoping that this will help another writer say that, yes, finally, I’m ready.

Next up: Pen boys.