try again

Okay world, I am trying again.

It's been suggested that I might lack focus, that I might bounce from thing to thing to thing. I can't help but think about an essay I wrote awhile back about trying not to be a writer--knowing that it wasn't taking me anywhere and trying, desperately, to be anything else but a writer. Of course, I fell back to what I was and who I am.

And it happens again. I walked away from writing--teaching writing--and I'm somewhere else where I feel kind of nowhere or kind of out of here...there...or where. Out of place.

I don't mean to bounce, wish I had a more sensible skill or a way to make sense.

I look back to the children's books and think, "Yes, that's it." So I'm trying again, trying again to write. The children's books need illustrations. But they're ready and I think this might be something I could do that doesn't keep me worried and walking away from what I already do.

So the hunt begins to find children's literature publishers...