It’s been three years ago this month since I started this blog, and I’m feeling reflective.
It’s my first, and I have been slow to get moving, but I’m starting to get my groove. I have shared great times – my first book – horrible times when I could barely write – the Kavanaugh confirmation hearings – and simple daydreams.
And an article about goats because goats are funny.
I started N&L to speak to, advocate for, and comfort people like me, people with mental illness, addiction, trauma issues, or a combination of those. It’s been my hope that my voice could reflect both the struggles and pain we face, but also the joy and silliness and dark humor that keeps us alive.
So, Nightmares & Laughter.
I have shared snippets of my life and pictures of my home and pieces of my history that I thought hard about before I hit Publish. I think it’s helpful to see the writer in their natural habitat, make them a human, a human adult who has a stunning amount of children’s toys.
This anniversary also marks three years since I’ve been unemployed. I have been using this time to live some dreams; finish my book, start a second one, work on photography and painting and basically mess around in my studio, write this blog, panic about money, live the life of an artist, the life I’ve always wanted.
Now it’s three years later. I’ve covered a lot of ground, and sometimes I think I’ve nothing left to say and stare at the screen whimpering (every writer just nodded), but I always find something. I write what is interesting to me and I hope it’s interesting to you as well.
To those following N&L, I want to say thank you so much, I will continue to write articles that you will enjoy getting an alert for, articles without sentences like this tortured mess.
Soon I will get a job, but I will keep writing and making art. And someday, someday I will get paid to do it. Someone will find this blog and say, “hey, let’s give her all of the money!”
That will happen any day now. Any day.