Working in earnest on completing Book 1 of Madwoman on a Rainbow again!

I feel so excited to declare this. I’m so grateful to my cancer, and my chemo-majikfire, because it has made all of this—my life, my writing, my book—feel so much more delicious, rapturous, exciting, brilliant, prayed for, amazing, beautiful.

Not to be taken for granted. Not something to be rushed for, grabbed, raced at. Something to be enjoyed, relished. Deeply cherished, honored. A wild privilege.

The main thing I learned recently: every page of the book in the story is to be savored. You don’t want to rush towards the end, obsessively taking pictures for later. You’ll never look at those pictures, and once it’s over, you’ll never experience that trip, that chapter, that story, that lifetime again.