It has been a MINUTE! Actually, almost a full year.
I went from an elderly sick dog to grieving the loss of my dog, returning from grief, raising an 8-week-old puppy to now owning my 7-month-old new puppy.
Also, my previous writing group dissolved, I found a new one, and still getting into that new schedule this year.
I’ve read great books, written new stories, and revised old ones in ways I never thought possible. I have a lot more ideas on the way. Ideas for picture books, of course, but also middle grade and more.
I’ve been slowly picking up my journal again, and yesterday I remembered something I seemingly had forgotten: that writing helps me.
There’s talk therapy, art therapy, writing therapy, and much more. My previous dog Scarlett Grey was my unofficial therapist. I didn’t realize how much until she was gone. I still feel her loss. The new puppy isn’t quite at that level, but she’s swell. Check out my IG account if you’re into loads of puppy pictures. Dogs consume my life, as is apparent on that account. But I am, as I sometimes have to remind myself, more than the dogs in my life. Writing just isn’t photogenic.
That’s the end of my update. There’s no point in saying more in the world of TicTok and Reels and short attention spans. Just a hello and a way for me to reconnect to this page.
Hope all the writers out there are doing better than me right now! Cheers!
INGRID E FABER 