Thank you so much. It is deeply gratifying to read any comment after posting my work. Yours has made my day. I will circle back and stare at your words more times than I'm ready to admit. :-) These are very much delayed dispatches. I walked the route in 2011. I wrote the manuscript directly afterwards.
I had two painful near-publishing misses that were painful to say the least. I could not get the manuscript over the line with several publishing houses. It went into my hurt-feelings drawer. Then I reread it a few years ago and thought I need to try one more time. I did. And during the pandemic there was yet another miss at publishing. This time I essentially gave up on having it out there. Back in the hurt-feelings drawer.
And then about four months ago, I decided it was ridiculous not to share it. Life is passing by. Somebody has to like it somewhere, and I thought I'll just post it (as I am now). It was a good choice I think. I love hearing when people connect with it. It is like being understood, or, closer, having my aspirational self understood.
That was a very long way of saying: "delayed dispatches."
I love that you get these. If there was a deep bow gratitude emoji, then I would put it here and surround it with hearts.
“The stranger in the stillness has taken my son, and I let him. I invited him in.”
Oof. Are you kidding me?? Sublime rawness
It is really, really great to wake up to these comments. 🙏 I’m going to make my other comments directly on your funeral post.
I love reading these. You have a gift.
Are you on the Camino now, or are these delayed dispatches?
Thank you so much. It is deeply gratifying to read any comment after posting my work. Yours has made my day. I will circle back and stare at your words more times than I'm ready to admit. :-) These are very much delayed dispatches. I walked the route in 2011. I wrote the manuscript directly afterwards.
I had two painful near-publishing misses that were painful to say the least. I could not get the manuscript over the line with several publishing houses. It went into my hurt-feelings drawer. Then I reread it a few years ago and thought I need to try one more time. I did. And during the pandemic there was yet another miss at publishing. This time I essentially gave up on having it out there. Back in the hurt-feelings drawer.
And then about four months ago, I decided it was ridiculous not to share it. Life is passing by. Somebody has to like it somewhere, and I thought I'll just post it (as I am now). It was a good choice I think. I love hearing when people connect with it. It is like being understood, or, closer, having my aspirational self understood.
That was a very long way of saying: "delayed dispatches."
I love that you get these. If there was a deep bow gratitude emoji, then I would put it here and surround it with hearts.
- Adam
I’m so glad you’re sharing it! It’s too good to languish unseen in a drawer. I feel lucky to have stumbled across this.