Suspended Animation

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I have been remiss and neglected my blog horribly in this New Year; I cannot claim lack of material or subjects to write on but can only plead preoccupation. I have a head full of “what ifs,” “if only,” “maybes,” and “hurry ups” and seem to be spending my days in a state of waiting. We are waiting on immigration to approve our application for residency here at the end of the world. We have plans but can’t make any decisions until we have residency. We are counting the days till the Mauritian goes on leave and we can pack up our trusty $200 Nissan and make for Auckland for some well deserved holiday time and a catch up friends. The Mauritian, for some reason seems to be looking forward to my birthday, I think he is tired of being older than me! After a nine month wait, which included a week of expecting the mobile phone to buzz at any time, my newest niece finally entered the world. Sprout sure kept us all waiting in suspense! I have been waiting on phone calls from doctor’s rooms, pathology labs and pedestrians not to mention emails from all sorts of people, friends and companies. I am sure all this waiting has had the effect of speeding up the aging process because it’s left me feeling old and exhausted. It is like being in a state of suspended animation and has been the cause of some rather horrid bought of home sickness and feelings of depression, all very irritating and unnecessary. I have had to have many a talk with myself to get myself back on track, which worked well as long as I listen to myself.

I also resolved this year to finally put my fears aside and find a literary agent and begin the attempt at publishing an anthology. I was lucky that the first agency I approached is willing to work with me and help me put an anthology together. Just with that positive response I am one step closer to a dream and so much further than I thought I would be only three months into the New Year. I have had some of my poems reviewed and have been spending a lot of time editing those poems as well as choosing the poems for the anthology. I knew going into this that it would be slow, tedious, and time consuming; I did not take into account that it would consume most of my blogging time as well.
For this I must apologies to you all and now that much of the waiting and all the editing is over I shall endeavour to complete all my half done blogs and leave you all with something to read.

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