Rock On...
Friday, October 28, 2011 at 4:01AM in
JT Ellison by JT Ellison
There comes a time in every writer’s life when they have to take a serious inventory of their career, and make decisions accordingly. Ever since I wrote this blog post a few months back, I’ve been taking inventory. Measuring and analyzing and talking and trying to figure out where my time goes. I’ve been reading books on a variety of topics, trying to expand my consciousness about what’s happening to my mind. I’ve read about what the Internet does to our brains (The Shallows) how we can better unplug (Hamlet’s Blackberry) and how I can find my inner artist and treat her a little better (The Artist’s Way). I’ve even been looking at ways to redecorate my house to make the flow better (Apartment Therapy) and diving back into cooking (Mastering the Art of French Cooking, La Cucina Italiana).
There have been some very, very personal setbacks too, setbacks that have rocked the core of my identity as a woman, and scattered my thoughts about what’s important, and what’s not, to the winds.
I've seen the writing on the wall for a while now. With all the traveling and networking and socializing and promoting and, oh, yeah, writing, I'm missing parts of my life. Not just that. Somewhere along the way, I’ve lost me.
Me, who used to read four books a week. Me, who used to cook elaborate meals. Me, who used to look forward to the weekend, because it meant quiet time, family time. Me, who was so disciplined and focused she could write three books a year with her hands tied behind her back. Me, who used to have time to attend meetings in town of my organizations, meet friends for dinner or drinks. Me, who didn’t have to refocus my attention on my husband when he asked a question because I’ve been lost in Internet land. Me, who used to adore writing non-fiction, and now struggles to say something, anything, that hasn’t been said before a thousand times.
I need to find that girl again.
I’ve been incredibly blessed in my career. I’ve been able to write books, get paid for writing them, travel around the world promoting them, meet readers, have adventures, and pull those experiences into my stories. I’ve been blessed to be a part of the finest crime fiction blog on the planet. I’ve been blessed with amazing readers, newfound friends, and deepening relationships with old friends. I’ve pissed a few people off along the way too, but as my darling husband always says, if you’re not pissing some people off, you’re not doing anything. (To those of you who are reading this that I’ve pissed off – I’m sorry. No offense. Truly. I wish you light and love, always.)
Highs, and lows. Joy, and sorrow. This, as you all know, is life.
I’ve come a long way on this blog, from those first tentative, worrisome, nail-biting, took a week to write posts that I made my husband read to make sure I didn’t sound like an idiot, to having the confidence to actually share what I’ve learned about the writing and publishing process.
But I have a workload that has gotten seriously out of hand… Y'all may have heard that my editor left, so there are changes afoot in my novel world. Being orphaned is scary business, but I’ve landed with a fabulous new editor who I’m sure is going to challenge and stretch malleable me into a better writer. I've been working on a sekrit project, plus a standalone, plus the new Sam book, plus three short stories and planning a series in a completely different genre… These are the things we writers dream about – too many ideas, and not enough time to work them all in. An embarrassment of riches, to be sure, but time consuming, for all that.
So I’m making a few changes, across all my Internet worlds. The biggest of those is my role in Murderati.
The wonderfully gracious, lovely writers of Murderati, who understand me more than I understand myself sometimes, have granted me a leave of absence. I’m taking the next six months off from the blog. In April, I’ll reassess where I am, and make a decision to either come back or leave permanently.
Because of my selfish desires to regain some more me time—and selfish they are, I admit. I’m really hanging people out on a limb with this decision, and I hate that—there will be more changes to follow. Pari will be going into those on Monday.
I’ll still be out in the world, posting occasionally to Tao of JT, on Facebook and Twitter, but it’s time to hibernate, to pull in, to focus on being as creative as possible for the next several months.
I’m so incredibly grateful to all of you. For the past six years, you’ve cheered me on, held me up, made me laugh, made me bite my tongue, and supported me. The real me. Not just JT the writer. JT the woman. I can’t thank you enough for being here, every Friday, then every other Friday, helping me grow as a writer, a columnist, and a person. I will be forever in your debt.
So, a thought to leave you with, because if I go on any longer I’m going to start crying:
Advice From a Mountain
Dear friend,
Reach new heights
Savor life's peak experiences
There is beauty as far as the eye can seeStand in the strength of Your True Nature
Be uplifting
Follow the trails of the Wise Ones
Protect and preserve timeless beauty,
silence, solitude, serenity,
flowing rivers,
ancient treesRise above it all
Make solid decisions
Climb beyond your limitations
Leave no stone unturned
Never take life for granite
Get to the point
Patience, patience, patience
Life has its ups and downs
Let your troubles vanish into thin air
To summit all up
It's the journey step by step
Rock on!~Ilan Shamir
I’ll see you in April. Blessed be and merry part.
xoxo,
JT
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Reader Comments (43)
I know I haven't been part of Murderati for long, but you've been such an amazing voice in this blog.
I know we'll all miss your posts. But ultimately you've got to do what's right for you and well done for identifying that and drawing a line in the sand.
Good luck with your many and varied projects in the meantime.
Phillipa
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Please take care of yourself . . .And if it isn't too selfish to ask, please remember to come back!
I completely understand this. Sometimes the tail wags the dog, doesn't it? You have to protect the core things that go into making you what you are. If that means pulling back from major time sumps, well then.
Best of luck, sweetie. Will be watching for posts on Tao of JT.
Take your time. Find what needs to be found. You are doing what is necessary and you will thank yourself in the future. I'm always here for you.
Thanks for all you do behind the scenes. You're truly a gift to this industry.
But I'm also aware that the biggest journeys a person can make are inside their own head. Travel wide, travel well, come back safe, and whole, and happy.
We'll be here for you, too :)
Damn. Well, you have to do what's best, but we hope you miss us enough to be back in 6 months. God bless and take care.
Now get to writin', woman!
Sheri
Thank you for all you've given. Will miss you. Take care of yourself and best wishes in ALL endeavors.
Be well, be happy, be back when you can.
I don't like losing people.
;-)
Go with God. Come back in six months better than ever. We'll all be here waiting.
As Billie said, you've given to us as writers and as women. You even gave me a gig here a few years back and that was a catapult for Meanderings and Muses. I thank you.
You just keep writing as beautifully as you're now doing and we'll follow you anywhere. And hope to see you back here in 6 months!
Many hugs,
Kaye
Go now. Take care of you. Take whatever time you need to rediscover the stuff you neglected while you were taking care of everyone else. But damn, woman, leave the guilt behind -- that is one thing you have not earned.
And don't stress about "coming back." Focus on moving forward. Don't worry, we'll be stalking y-- um, that is, we'll be following along and cheering you on wherever the journey takes you. Really. Just try to get rid of us. :)
Meanwhile: Blow on the coal of the heart, and you'll see by and by (Alastair MacLeish).
I finally got to meet you at Bouchercon (first one at your signing table!) after missing you the year before at WPA. You were even more sweet and inspiring in person than you are in your written words. You invited me to join you and Randy for drinks in the bar that night and I came down with pneumonia! I was like SO bummed! No, I really was. But, as Nashville is my old stomping grounds; I hope to catch you two for lunch or dinner when I visit some time. The wine is on me!
You are such an amazing talent and and amazing woman. You will find your way out of this dark woods and into the light before you know it. You also have one hell of a safety net if you ever need anyone.
Thank you for always being my inspiration. Now, go get 'em tiger!
You know how I feel about you and about this decision. You must do what's best for you. As others have said, we'll be here for you in April and all the months in between . . . and all the months that follow.
Find that girl again and love her with all of your heart.
Chris
Cornelia, are you snowed in? Frozen out? Stuck between Vermont and The City? Bundle up and put on your winter ducky boots. Then sit back down and call the deli.