Ah the peaceful afternoons filled with writing-ruminating-Facebook-checking. If you still got them, enjoy them. Mine are about to go.

It’s one more week at home for me. And then — after ten years with my kids and my writing, this literary mama is going back to work. As I mentioned in last week’s post, I’ll be working as a local editor, in charge of news coverage for a small town neighboring mine for a pretty awesome online news network owned by AOL called Patch.com.

I am signing a temporary contract for three months, until end of June, a we-shall-see kind of thing. I don’t know why then it feels so much more permanent. It feels like my life is changing.

And, having moved all my life from one city to another, having tried this and that, I have to say, I’m a bit hooked on change. I am getting quite thrilled and excited!

What does this mean for my writing though? Because this, my friends, isn’t going to be your grandmother’s 9-5 day job. Now I am going to sound like every other working person out there, trying to prove to the world how hard THEY work, but it’s true. This gig is going to be intense. I already know it, because I have tried it last summer for mere six days, I think, covering for an editor on vacation. Some of you may remember, because I blogged about it right here. 

So I already know, my day is going to be a whirlwind of news, town meetings, planning-zoning, police reports, interviewing-editing-writing-photographs, pen rushing maniacally against the skinny page of a reporter’s notebook.  That, plus, my two lovely kids of course, who will still need to get picked up from their bus stops (well, the younger one, anyway), driven to their respective activities, doctor’s appointments. Then of course, there will be dinner, and laundry and, you know, all that human everyday stuff.

So, you might be wondering, will I write?

Will I still eat chocolate? Take showers?

Yes. Yes, I will, on all three counts. God, I sure hope so. I am going to have to. I am going to have to find a way. Or it won’t be me anymore. This busy news editor running-around person. It will be some different sort of Katia. Maybe she will be cool — cooler than me now, even. But if that person doesn’t write — and by “write” I mean wrestle with characters, build and re-build plots like bridges, etc. — if this Katia doesn’t write, then, not to sound overly dramatic here, but then this Katia will simply vanish.

She will no longer exist. She will not be here. (Or, she will go to sleep for three months. Because if I cannot write, then at the end of three months this job will be over). 

So, on a positive note, let’s hope this doesn’t happen and I find time to write 🙂

Now — deep breath in — what about the Magic Mirror?

Remember how just a few weeks ago I was blogging about possible posting here more often?

Ha!

“Mentsch tracht, Gott lacht”:  Have you heard of this Yiddish proverb?

It means: “Man plans, God laughs.”

So, ha-ha! I swear I can hear God from up there, right now.

Seriously, though? I don’t want to stop blogging altogether. This just became too big a part of my life. Maybe it isn’t as big as writing, but it connects me to it. If nothing else, maybe checking in with you guys once in a while will give me that extra motivation to keep this part of me alive — to keep me alive.

Just… don’t expect my posts to come too regularly. Allow for randomness and lack of schedule. Sometimes I think a little chaos in my life could be a good thing.

So, I promise not to disappear! I hope you guys stick around, too.

xoxo,

This Katia