As I begin to type this final section, the wordcount for this letter is 1117. This is indeed much smaller than I often send, but I also feel that I have shared more than I thought I might. Admittedly, much of this is “wait until September for more”, or hints and whispers of what is to come, but still, it’s an update of sorts.
Even a brief glance at the news or, of course, out of the window, demonstrates how we are living in challenging times. The temptation to concentrate on discussing this is strong — but, as I have said before, I prefer to pour truths into my fiction instead, sugar-coating the unpalatable with a tasty layer of story and seasoned with chewy characters. We must all fight our battles to the best of our abilities, and I firmly believe story plays a crucial role in helping readers digest otherwise unpalatable issues.
I suspect I will continue to discuss this issue here, but I would like to try and curb my urge to concentrate upon it, instead sharing the things I’d prefer, as I’ve discussed above. Whether I will be successful in doing so remains to be seen.
Until the next time, sharpen those pencils and keep applying the sunscreen (or extra warm, dry layers, if you are in the global south). Take care of yourself.