It's been nearly seven months - seven months! - since my last letter. I notice I ended my last one with, "coming soon...", and then nothing came soon. Let us begin again. From about this time last year to now has been one of the strangest, most stressful and scary seasons of life for me and my husband. At this time last year we were on year two of underemployment, nearly out of money with no prospects on the horizon, and no clear direction of what to do about any of it. The work on my book and its publishing schedule had trickled months and months and months past what I'd expected and planned for. My husband was in the midst of a sort of career crisis of his own. Both our situations were born of some combination of external factors and burnout and life stage and our individual limitations as far as available work we were willing and able and qualified to do.
Where Have I Been, Where Am I Going?
Where Have I Been, Where Am I Going?
Where Have I Been, Where Am I Going?
It's been nearly seven months - seven months! - since my last letter. I notice I ended my last one with, "coming soon...", and then nothing came soon. Let us begin again. From about this time last year to now has been one of the strangest, most stressful and scary seasons of life for me and my husband. At this time last year we were on year two of underemployment, nearly out of money with no prospects on the horizon, and no clear direction of what to do about any of it. The work on my book and its publishing schedule had trickled months and months and months past what I'd expected and planned for. My husband was in the midst of a sort of career crisis of his own. Both our situations were born of some combination of external factors and burnout and life stage and our individual limitations as far as available work we were willing and able and qualified to do.