Vacillating

I've twice published a post, and twice taken it down. I don't want this blog devolving into some sort of cryptic personal journal. There are so many things on my mind, and so much work to do, and I'm not sure where Gogolgirl fits in. Certain threads run through this space, some that unravel and then reknot themselves. Emotions appear and disappear, present themselves and hide. If you follow closely, you'll catch hints. And hit dead-ends. Underneath it all, like hidden water: a secret.

This is an inbetween space. I started it when I began thinking about leaving my graduate program. Now I've returned.

Perhaps it's time for some reinvention. I'm not sure where this part of me goes at the moment. The writer I am here, the novel reader, the thinker... I'm not sure how she fits back into academia.

Anyway, there will be a pause. Dear reader, I am still here. I am just adapting.