Dear Friends,
It’s coming up on the third anniversary of Letters from the Questhouse. In that time, I’ve published 70 posts, a handful of which I’m really proud of and all of which I’m glad to have shared with you, warts and all. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for being my readers.
As I wrote in one of my favorite posts a couple of years ago, I became a writer when I started to show up for an audience. My contract with you felt inviolable; your expectation of a freshly baked essay every two weeks kept me cooking.
Until it didn’t. Since I started my novel writing program, I have found it harder and harder to show up for this practice. I certainly have plenty of time to hack away at my novel and also produce an essay every two weeks, but time isn’t the same thing as bandwidth.
So I’ve decided to put Letters from the Questhouse on hold, at least until I finish my novel draft.
One oft repeated piece of advice to aspiring writers is to imagine their audience and write for those people. I don’t have to imagine, because I always have all of you in the back of my mind.
I’ll let you know when I finish the book.
Love,
Hannah
Very excited for you taking the time to sink into relationship with your novel!
I love your delineation of bandwidth vs time. So right on, as your insights are. I will miss your letters, but very much look forward to reading your novel! Big love.