Hi. Eli here. And it’s been a while. We’ve missed you here on the blog. Rather, maybe the blog has missed us, and as such, we haven’t seen you. Trust that we still think about you all, and are happy to be back on the hobby-horse, as it were.
We’ve had some stuff happen. All good things, all good things—I’ve got myself a new job, something supremely fulfilling and maybe the last job I apply for, barring a yet-to-exist novel carving me a tenured space teaching creative writing. I’ll get to do a bit of that, time to time, where I am now, but my main focus is academic. Which suits me fine.
The result of all these goings-on is we’ve been a little quiet. I’ve had to reset phones and computers, lost some passwords, and, biggest hurdle, had to set up a new working routine incorporating all the new challenges I’ve taken on. But, here we are now, together at last, with all things lined up and running squeaky clean.
Funny—even with all the time-and-space juggling I’ve been doing, which includes cross-country trips every few weeks, I’ve been writing. I’ve got stories submitted in two different markets, had several rejections in the last few months—that’s the nature of the game—and am already touching up something else to send out. I got busy, then busier, and somehow wrote more.
Which is to say, there’s nothing in your way, right? I have this back and forth sometimes with people, where they say there’s no time, and then I say you make time, and then they side-eye me via phone or messenger or whatever, and I say no really, and then the circle spins again. And sometimes the conversation ends with a little salt on both ends.
But the truth is, we do what’s important. The things that keep getting done when we’re too busy to breathe are the things we refuse to let slide, out of habit and necessity both, like breathing. And it’s okay sometimes that things fall by the wayside. Sometimes, the creative work we’re doing is just management, like figuring out how all the cards lean on each other so the house at the end works, has all your stuff in it. But that end picture, it’s gotta have all your stuff. Your family, your work, your health (something I keep pretending I don’t need to pay attention to, as I go out and buy bigger t-shirts every few months).
Your art. That’s gotta be in there too. It’s your house, you put what you want in it. And that takes figuring out, sometimes. Like this, for me—took some figuring to get this post, and the reading I’m going to do today to find our next stories, into the day. But it belongs in my house, so the figuring was worth the time.
Yeah, I’m tired. I work a lot. I write a lot. I don’t sleep enough, don’t exercise at all. And that’s gotta change. But also, I work this space, this blog and these stories. It’s a whole lot of card-stacking to make this house. But I wouldn’t have it any other way. Every part of it is like breathing.
What’s in your house?