Now doesn't that sound selfish? A little bit. In a way, I convinced myself it was to protect others from my irrational behavior, but really it was to protect myself from myself. If I never got too close to anything then I wouldn't have to think too much about my role or purpose. And ultimately, I would remain free of worry.
Last April, and the whole year too, was exceptionally difficult for me. I actively designed a magazine from cover to cover while maintaining and managing its online presence while running the On Impression Network. I did all that for 12-16 hours a day breaking for regular things like nutrition and other things. Things concerning PCOS symptoms that included a lot of vomiting, dizzy spells, crying, and everything unpleasant.
It was bad.
But it was April. April was my month where I gave myself permission to write a poem everyday. It was when I was most active on my blog and most active reading other blogs. It was my time to let my little poet wings experience flight! My poetic heart must have been stronger than PCOS and design last year because I not only created 30 poems for Poetic Asides BUT I participated in NaPoWriMo, the A to Z Challenge, and the April Platform Challenge.
I went full crazy that month. I worked and wrote and designed and worked and released a beautiful magazine and did some more work. And I found the April Platform Challenge members very cozy to be with. I followed everyone on Twitter, read everyone's blogs, and joined all the groups. I found similar writing crazy people and absolutely loved it!
I particularly clung to every blog post Monique Liddle wrote because I admired her openness and bravery. I carefully plowed through Amanda M Socci's posts as we were at odds at first. I followed the beautiful enchanting words of Misky, Michelle M Pond, Ms PSC, Dana Dampier, and a few other poets. I had found my special place in the writing world, and only had to do everything Robert Lee Brewer suggested in the platform challenge to make long lasting writer strides.
Time abandoned me though. Life took me away from the platform groups. From the sidelines, I saw the Wordsmith Studio form. I still read and shared what everyone posted, but not as much. I had closed myself again, my poetry waned, and I my only concern was to not pass out while walking across the street.
It wasn't till much later that I returned to Wordsmith Studio. I brushed my hair and sat down for almost every #WSChat and read all the Group posts. I was no longer like Nabokov when I submitted my bio to the site. I was no longer living on my own when I submitted my first post on the design portion of the Wordsmith Studio blog. For the first time I gave myself permission to be a part of something.
I literarily hung up my coat and dressed in pajamas with this group because it's truly a warm and welcoming environment. We're all writers. We share our writing, our successes, our fears, our moments of silence. We hang out once a week to chat about given topics and the occasional stripper. Sometimes we trend on Twitter. Other times we disappear for weeks on end because we're chasing a muse.
We're a home and I give all Wordsmiths permission to hang out. I give you permission to post your blog on our FB page. I give you permission to tweet and include the #WSChat tag. I give you permission to come in and share your troubles. To ask for a writing buddy and advice. And I give you permission to come in, hang your coat, and get some bunny slippers. Not all writers need to live on their own.
Visit other MNINB April 2012 Platform Challenge Class Reunion by Wordsmith Studio members.
My, How Things Have Changed in a Year! by Kiril Kundurazieff
Belong, Belonging, Beloved. A little love letter to us, my Wordsmith Studio friends, on our first anniversary. by Veronica Roth
Platform Diving by J.lynn Sheridan
Authorpreneur: The Lure of the Pro-Blogosphere by Elizabeth (Beth) Saunders
A year (and a bit) in the life of Writerly Goodness by Melanie Marttila
Confessions of An April Platform Challenge Participant by Heather Button
How I Got in the Game -- The April Platform Challenge Anniversary Post by Kasie Whitener
The April Platform Challenge Anniversary: Who Knew? by Gerry Wilson