I am in transition. Everywhere, all around me, I am moving to a simpler life. I have a new agent, a smart and nice man in a small but classy literary agency. He has time to talk with me and plan my creative life with me. We have moved to a new home, a small and manageable place, a sensible place. I am learning to be less wasteful, more thoughtful. I am finding my voice, my truth and learning to speak it.

I am freeing myself of the shackles of fear, concerns about what others think. I am stretching my boundaries, exploring e-books, children’s books, e-book photo essays. I am making good decisions, I can feel it. My life is changing, and sometimes I worry that I am over, that my time has passed. But I don’t want to go to that room. I am finding my strength, becoming clearer about who I am and what I want to do, in a world where speaking openly is increasingly rare

I have been planning for this transitions for years, often unconsciously. Now it is upon me, the next thing.