Tuesday, July 24, 2007

'nuff said

So, I'm not going to go into great detail about how the past month and a half has been one of the most difficult times in my life, mainly because those difficulties involve people who have a right to remain anonymous in every possible way. Suffice it to say I am feeling tired but cleansed from a lot of introspection and tears, and I am feeling renewed by friends and family who came to my aid in various ways and with the kind of love that can make you reel from its power to heal. (Hey, I made a rhyme that time; I'm a poet and don't know it).

There's a moment during childbirth when you enter a phase known as "transition." Every mother reading this right now is probably nodding and grabbing protectively at her nether regions, because "transition," though a benign-enough sounding word, might be more accurately described as "that period of time wherein the Evil One and his minions seem to descend upon your innermost ladybits with their pitchforks of fire."

However, once you're through it (in my experience, and especially if your epidural has not yet worn off) you find that the worst is behind you, and you finally get to push. That's where I am right now, in a non-childbirth-related sense. I'm on the other side of a life-changing trial with much work ahead and, finally, a vague notion of what that work might entail. So, in the spirit of feeling like the worst of this particular trial is behind me, I'd like to share a pictorial of some of the stuff I've been up to since we, Dear Readers, last communed via the Internet ether. Look for the pics in my next post, though, because at this moment I have to get to work.


  1. I remember transition well: the moment it suddenly struck me that maybe all those birthing manuals were wrong, that anesthesia would have been a good thing.

    Although I am not sure that you are making an analogy between writing and childbirth, that is how I interpreted what you wrote. A point of no return where you realize that the hard part is yet to come even after all your most strenuous work is done. Perhaps I am projecting, but that is how I feel just now, contemplating the ending of my own novel.

  2. Mary, the writing/childbirth connection was definitely applicable to my situation this past spring. Hoo boy, was it. This newest connection is more general life stuff, though. For now, my writing life is more "Hang it all out there/Free Spirit/Go with the flow, Baby," which is a refreshing change. Good luck with your novel, and keep me posted on its progress, please! It's always helpful to know that we writers are all in this together. :-)