Dear friend,
I hope the recent days has been treating you well. It’s true, 2020 seems to be a little daunting and challenging. We’ve been experiencing the same things: uncertainty, loss, frustration, confusion — just trying to navigate ourselves into this new situation.
I want you to know that your worries are real and the grief that you are experiencing now is valid. It seems totally strange to even think about the things that we could look forward to, like how we used to plan our next trips and get togethers, but now more than ever, we need to highlight even the smallest of things that make it easier for us to get up in the morning.
Like a cup of coffee. A new episode of your favorite show. A meal you’ve prepared the night before. Your birthday. A new favorite song. A bubble bath. Whatever it is that still lights you up in these dark moments.
For me, it’s the happy occasion of releasing my 8th book. It’s a new poetry collection called I Must Belong Somewhere, also published under Andrews McMeel Publishing. It’s going to be released early next year, worldwide. So hopefully it finds you, wherever you are then.
I wrote this book during my year of rest and travel, and being away has inspired me to think about the sense of displacement one feels, and the longing for a companion and/ or a home that comes with it. It is, in a way, a braver attempt for me, which is a little scary, but I still find necessary.
If you’re keen, you can start adding this book on your Want-to-Read shelf on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/54335206-i-must-belong-somewhere.
While we’re still getting this book ready for you, I’m looking forward to sharing a few more things here like cover reveals, side projects and little updates to let you in on what’s going on first — or at least before I start posting it on my socials. That’s my little treat for you, since you’re here, receiving my letter.
‘Til then, I hope this letter has given you some joy, and a new thing to look forward to.
Stay safe, stay at home when you can, wash your hands and wear a mask.
Love,
Dawn
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Dawn Lanuza 