Thursday, May 1, 2014
Full moon, half truths
There are a few more things I really want to say about April Moon.
I really want to say that I am so pleased with the way it panned out. A small but committed group of people participated and your contribution was sincere and heartfelt.
I really want to say that I totally understand what a busy month it was for everyone, for writing (e.g. NaPoWriMo) and life (e.g. Easter holidays, Passover, school holidays, Spring break) and everything else.
I really want to apologise to those on whose posts I was unable to post a comment. Over the years, I have signed up with a myriad of hosts in order to be able to do so but a small number still elude me. Google+ being one of them. (Last time I said yes to Google+ it buggered up all my settings, so whenever I see it I tend to run a mile. Sorry!) Please know that your posts were read and appreciated and tweeted regardless.
I really want to say how beautiful it was to see you visiting each other's posts and leaving supportive, encouraging comments.
I really want to confide that I am still not sure I did the right thing in using the Reverb13 email list for this new writing challenge. I wanted to avoid asking people to sign up yet again but, in doing so, I feel like I breached email etiquette. I wanted to reassure you all that I have a solution that will be in place by the time August Moon rolls around.
I really want to say that I had underestimated how triggering a single word would be for most people. I want to honour the bravery you showed in writing through your fears and putting them out there. That remains one of the single most humbling (and rewarding) parts of what I do.
I really want to say that I'm glad I included a caveat in the April Moon info page about my variable commitment given the unpredictability of life with a newborn. I really want to tell you that the prompts and the positive comments and the tweets were only a half truth about my life these past few weeks.
I really want to tell you the truth: that some days I just did not have the chance -- between feeding and settling and everything else -- to sit down at the computer and write. I really want to tell you that some evenings I felt so exhausted and limp, the most I could do was wash my face and clean my teeth and crawl into bed.
I really want to tell you the truth: that some days I feared I was falling down the gurgler.