So, it looks like I’ve been off the grid for a bit… again. Like most of my creative outputs, blogging seems to come in fits and starts. One month I have too many ideas, and the next, not enough.
A lot has happened since I last updated that I didn’t write about at the time, but I think sometimes that’s the way of things. The most important moments strip away any ability to articulate them. I have to break them into pieces, and write about those pieces rather than the incident as a whole. Quite often I also have to wait a while, if I’m to stand any chance of being more objective than sentimental.
But wait over.
I started university five weeks ago, and I’m already waist deep in a gritty essay, a short story about carnivorous mermaids (less weird than it sounds), and the looming shadow of my dissertation. Here I breathe a sigh of relief, because going back to education has proved a good decision, and I’m enjoying it, maybe even more than I did before.
And let’s talk about now.
We can’t without saying that the Parisian summer is just about over. It’s officially the time of year when spiders creep inside the house, ghostly encounters are most likely to happen, and the gutters fill up with leaves.
And I have some personal news… which is that unexpectedly, accidentally, and without my having a great deal of say in the matter, I have fallen in love. And maybe it’s a strange thing to say, but I don’t want to write about it. It’s like a secret I’ve been trusted with. One which I’m not only happy to keep, but one which I feel privileged to have been trusted with in the first place.
I’m going before I give into the temptation to be annoyingly self-indulgent, but I just want to welcome you, my new followers, and thank you, the less new, for your continued interest. My output has been poor for the last month or so, but I am truly flattered that you find my site worth visiting.
Here’s hoping it will be a productive autumn, for me and for you!
I’ll write again soon, but until then…
Deanna, out ❤