Life happens around us, altering our moods and perceptions, but art happens on the inside and if we're proactive, it never leaves us. Our art may make a way for us through the pain and toils of a daily and unpredictable existence.
So, all of that to say, my grief has not dampened my passion for publication and there is news on that front.
When I was in Detroit preparing to say goodbye to my mom, I received a message from a potential literary agent saying that she may have room for me on her roster. She also proposed an idea to pitch to some prospective editors.
This was a welcome bright spot on a day that had almost blinded me with saddness and I couldn't help thinking that maybe my mom asked God to give me some goodness when I so desperately needed it.
So, now I wait, as the meeting with the agent hasn't been set yet, but there is returned hope and anticipation about being closer to my goal than I've ever been.
My book, my baby, Letters to Chyna, my first literary full work is meant to be (TLC reference!) and will see the light of day. I hurt and ache still for Francine, my first mom, but writing makes me whole and helps heal those wounds.
Stay tuned. The best is yet to come.