Its been a year and a half since the last time we chatted. And I know you are standing there tapping your foot, a narrow look on that pinched brow of yours. I owe you an explanation. I understand, but in the beginning of this venture I did make it clear that I am writing for me, not for anyone else. And I assure you, I have not stopped writing.
In August of 2013 I was just hitting the one year mark living and working in what to me became a prison. Living in Pennsylvania I felt like I was suffocating. The area had no magic, it was worn out and draining my resources, I was not emotionally in a place that allowed me to do much. I built my altar, I made every effort to change the energy around me in my daily life but I was upset and undervalued. When you feel that way it becomes difficult to value yourself, it makes it harder to draw on that well of energy. This caused some of the worst writers block I have ever had.
I wrote snippets of unproductive nonsense, I attempted to get back into roleplaying, even some wonderful erotic RP with some guys online that did manage to pull me back into my mental landscapes, hours on the phone with one of the most strangely caring and oddly comforting men (not the one I was involved with in RP). Helped me more than I can say. I managed to write about fourteen pages of plot-less fetishsist erotica, and a few pages of biographies and back stories for various characters. I was alright with that, because it got me writing. Then the holidays came, and I was doing more reading and working, working, working.
In the mix I worked on my families genealogy and took the odd weekend to enjoy some of the history that the NE has to offer. However, I still felt like I was stretched to thin. Summer came and went. I wasn't happy but I was starting to be functional, falling back on spirituality, I started a one year project in writing a Blog, that I have since completed and am using as a rough draft for a book that I will be listing on Amazon soon.
In that time, the week before thanksgiving my older brother back in Utah contacted me. Our father had a heart attack and was scheduled for triple heart bypass Thanksgiving day 2013. So I took a Leave of Absence for my job and flew across country, arriving shortly after they buttoned him back up. I was planning on staying until Dad got out of the hospital, which should have been two weeks, but he stroked while in recovery, he was in a vegetative waking coma until January. I attempted to get transferred back to Utah but they couldn't arrange it while I was still on leave. My last day as a Wireless Device Expert was February 28th 2014.
I am now back in Utah, and drawing heavily on those dark times to fuel my writing. I may not be writing very much, but I am again writing every day, when I'm not enjoying my position in Computing Services diagnosing Client issues with their every day technology (Since June 2014).