2018 was a doozy of a year, and I pray 2019 is better. God Willing, it will be so.
I believe it will. I'm finally getting some semblance of a routine in a seedling form, so I hope it takes root. We had to change routine when we relocated to assist my elderly parents, and that was a major, stressful change. Routine is something I really cherish, and breaking it really made me feel lost. I of course, have been enjoying helping my folks, but I had lost sight of all else. So stabilizing is super-important.
It has helped so much to have reconnected with a group of friends that I had long ago lost touch with. I didn't realize how much I had missed and loved them until we all got together again. Our workplace was unusual and good; and with the 25 years that has passed since, and the perspective, the unusual goodness of the place has only become more stark and obvious. Sometimes you don't know the blessings you have while you are enjoying them or taking them for granted. Ah, youth.
I'm excited though. This past Autumn I mailed out two new mini comics to editors to begin introducing myself as an illustrator and storyteller because I'd like to get back to drawing books. It's easy to get discouraged from doing that when a book you work on gets shelved, but I need to be stronger than that.
A girl can dream. A girl can grab the vision of a bookshelf of books with titles and "by [her name]" printed on the spines ....