After the long, heartbreaking summer filled with set backs, challenges and a creative hiatus, I’ve found my equilibrium again. I spent six months feeling deuced (as Silky would say), as though I’d been dealt the losing hand. But finally my energy and enthusiasm have returned and I’m on an editing streak.
I feel a wealth of gratitude for those that helped me finally get here, those that listened and offered encouragement in addition to tangible support. Like the friend that gifted me a new computer after mine crashed and another friend that installed a word program so I could keep going. But particularly, I am forever indebted to Ruth, my dear dear friend and editor extraordinaire who, as luck would have it, saved copies of all my edits and hers as well. Because of Ruth, I’ve been able to retrace my steps and sail through the re-editing process to get back up on the horse that threw me. She has believed in my story with a mind-boggling loyalty that is practically unimaginable. I am mystified by my good fortune.
This week’s photo was taken in New York announcing Sylvia’s engagement to Lord Stanley of Alderley during World War II. Silky was a widow when she took Edward as her fourth husband. By all accounts–including what Sylvia herself told my grandmother in the 1970s–Douglas Fairbanks was the love of her life. And yet, she still carried on and kept trying romance even after his death.
I suppose that’s just living. Sometimes to keep going is your only option. Either that or quit. And I’m no quitter.