Dear friend, it's me, Leila

Dear friend, it's me, Leila. I'm sorry I have been neglecting you. I feel like I've been neglecting myself these days. Some writer news: I got word that my manuscript, love, lumpia and words, advanced to the next round of reads. According to their email, my collection is among less than 20 % of those 500 who submitted to make it to the next round. 20 % of 500. 99 other collections out there next to mine. My heart leaped and then dropped. This collection is something that I've worked on for years although, it has been collecting dust for the past 2 years. 
Writing isn't competitive. Writing is subjective...poetry, especially. And I'll take whatever "win" I can and move on. The problem is....I don't know if I have it in me to write these days. 
I will say the last time I wrote with raw emotions was in the midst of this collection. In 2021, at the height of the anti-Asian, AAPI hate.
So there's that. 

Writer friends, I hope you are still dreaming big and writing all the things. And as far as my mama advocates, I am still so honored to fight and advocate alongside you. 

Hoping this space grows a little more. Until then, 
I'm under construction myself.