It’s been months, if not years, since my last entry. My silence, the result of dramatic changes in my personal and profesional life, was also time to reflect on what this blog should be about…what I’m trying to say, really? Yes, I traveled 3,000 miles from the west coast, a move that sometimes felt as momentous as Alice’s twirl down the rabbit hole, but what does that mean ultimately? I guess these four years have provided me with time to figure out how all of this has affected my life, my family, but more importantly, my work. How my unhappiness in LA was really the result of place and not just my own fragile pysche and mental imbalance. Some here in the city might argue not much has changed, although I do appear to be of a sunnier disposition here.
However, the most dramatic change has been the publication of my novel–yes, I was one of those writers with the proverbial novel in his/her desk drawer. This has changed my life in profound ways, something I am still grappling to come to terms with. The second change, even more important, is that my new book I am writing is set in Los Angeles, a city I could never write about when I lived there. Funny, how that is.
All I can say is that my life has changed. I do find myself zipping around the city, sometimes half-crazed with too much to do. Yet, my general sense of self has shifted. There’s something when you understand that something within you has shifted in the best way, just enough to make one of those life-altering differences. And for that, I am eternally grateful to the Gods above.