I imagine you are surprised to see a post from me appearing on your feed. I have been MIA these past few months - nay, this past year. I have wanted to post for awhile, but I did not know what to say to you all, or what I wanted to do with this blog. I was not, and still am not, ready to say goodbye, despite the obstacles in my way.
Last March, I announced I would be attending Harvard University. Then, I had hoped I would be able to continue my blog. Of course, in my heart, I knew there was no way for me to anticipate what college, especially at such a renowned university, would be like, and I really could not foresee what would happen with Chick Lit Teens.
When I arrived on campus last August, I was quickly swept up into the excitement of living on my own in a new city, some 3,000 miles away from my home. I was meeting new people and doing new things and taking new classes. It was surprisingly easy to forget about everything that used to be - high school, living at home, reviewing novels. This is not to say I did not love those things, merely that, bombarded with so much change, it was far easier to focus on the shiny, new future than maintain my past.
When classes started, I did my best to keep up on my reading and new releases via Twitter. I went to a signing at the local bookstore and bought a few new YA releases the first few weeks. I was optimistic about blogging.
And then the YA books began piling up on my shelves, passed over in favor of Shakespeare and Baroque Art textbooks. Fall semester I took a course on Shakespeare's early plays. It was brilliantly challenging, with each week focusing on a new play. I also took a computer science class, the homework for which took up 8-14 hours a week. If I was reading, it was a play. If I was on the computer, it was to write code. I missed blogging, but it was an impossibility. I was stretched thin.
By the time winter break came, I was out of practice with blogging, and it was simply easier to avoid it then try to pick up where I left off.
Now, it is summer again, spring semester having passed by in the blink of an eye. With things calming down and three months stretching out in front of me with nothing but blissful emptiness, I have been thinking about blogging and the YA community more and more. I miss it. But my reading style has changed. I still do love YA, but I spent the past nine months reading classic literature, and am now looking to concentrate (the Harvard equivalent of majoring) in English. My summer reading list, as a result, is now filled with Hemingway and Woolf and Camus in preparation for the coming year. Though there is, of course, some Dessen and Ockler sprinkled in, YA no longer is the majority, leaving me less material to review.
What I am trying to say is this: I am at a crossroads with blogging...and I still do not quite know which way I will be going.
I do know I want to write still, and have been looking into starting a new blog, separate from this one. A blog with more personal/commentary posts, as well as recipes from my cooking adventures and my thoughts on some of the classics I am reading. It will be more of an everything-but-the-kitchen-sink blog than a publishing/YA focused blog. I don't know if this would interest any of you, but let me know if it does. If I pursue it, I would love to share it with you.
As for Chick Lit Teens, don't count it out just yet. I will be posting updates periodically this summer, and will let you know it's fate later on. Please know, I still do love this blog, and all it has done for my life. Thank you for reading and for continuing your support. You have no idea how much your support means.
See you soon,