Still here

I'm still here (here in Maine and here, in the metaphysical sense). A bit tired, a bit banged up, and yet, I persist. Sometimes I wonder why I persist. Oh, yeah, I learned that in Mexico: fe, valor, corazon. Faith, courage, heart.

My book is done and now I'm on the hunt for an agent. Given that the process is now out of my control, given the approaching Maine winter, given many things I can - and can't yet - explain, I am heading South. My intuition has been nudging me for a while. Why do we ignore our deepest voice? (Food for thought). This is what I've been doing in October: surrendering and coming to terms with it. It. All of it.

"In my mind I'm going to Carolina..."

I'm still here. But soon I'll be there.