So then, a lot happened, and from 2010 until now, I wasn't writing, unless my dissertation counted. People would ask me if I was writing, and that was my standard, flippant answer: "Only my dissertation." Last February, I went to give a very small educational presentation at a school where I had formerly taught. A dear friend asked if I was going to write another book. I clearly remember telling her I believed that season in my life was over. I truly believed that when I said it, and I was okay with it. A little sad, a little nostalgic, but I could understand only having something for a season.
Fast forward to the summer of 2015, and somehow, I was writing again, working on the skeleton of that six-year-old manuscript. And somehow, I ended up with a contract on that book. Furthermore, I'm at work on another manuscript. I'm still awed and amazed that something I thought was gone forever has been restored to me.
I'm looking forward to this season of my life.