I meant to write this awhile ago.
But life kept happening.
But life and the world changed in the course of hours, days, weeks.
This is a blog about reading and writing and all of a sudden it’s as if we’re living in a dystopic horror novel, huh?
That word has been flying off my tongue since March because it’s the only way I can sum up this hectic, scary time for us all.
I am okay.
I’m scared and stressed but I am okay.
There have been scares. I have been tested but I tested negative.
I’m a homebody but I have to admit that not seeing my friends is starting to get to me because when it gets tough I need people to lean on and it’s hard when there’s a virus out there wrecking us all and literally keeping us all apart.
Something awful happened to me. Something I am too fragile and scared to yet talk about.
I have the support of my sisters, my love, my amazing friends however but I am still shattered. The love I have for books and writing is still there but I am in a big and huge slump and I’m trying my hardest to slide back in. It’s coming back though. I can feel it.
I wanted to update you all because I miss you and I miss this. I miss blogging and next month it will have been a year since I started this amazing journey with you all. It’s crazy to think, isn’t it?
So much has come from this. So how in the hell could I possibly stay away?
I hope you are all well and I can’t wait to join you again.
Thank you as always for being that bright spot and for being such amazing voracious readers.
Also, Juliet is doing awesome. She’s actually thriving in this quarantine life. She’s a nocturnal child after all.
Later days 💜