Crawling Out of Winter

It’s been quiet here for a few weeks.

Not because I’ve stopped writing. Not because I’ve disappeared.

But because sometimes life doesn’t pause just because you have plans.

Winter hit hard this year. Not just the cold, but the kind of gray that settles into your bones. Seasonal depression has a way of slowing everything down—turning even simple tasks into something heavy. Add to that being largely homebound without reliable transportation, and the isolation starts to compound in ways that are hard to explain unless you’ve lived it.

And then, of course, life threw another curve.

Misty was in a car accident. Thankfully, she’s okay—but the car wasn’t. What followed was a whirlwind of stress, logistics, and reality-check math. Car shopping isn’t just inconvenient—it’s overwhelming when you’re already stretched thin. Every decision feels heavier. Every dollar matters more.

It’s been a lot.

But even in the middle of all that, things didn’t stop.

They just… shifted.

📚 The Work Continues

Even when I wasn’t posting, I was still building.

I’ve started work on the next book. It’s early—fragile in that way new ideas are—but it’s there, and it’s growing. There’s something grounding about returning to the page, even when everything else feels unstable.

I’ve also had essays published recently, which means my voice is continuing to find its way into the world in different forms. That matters to me more than I can easily put into words.

Getting Back Out There

As winter starts to loosen its grip, so am I.

I’ve got several upcoming events on the calendar—book signings, festivals, and author appearances. These aren’t just “events” to me. They’re chances to reconnect. To meet readers. To be in community again.

After weeks of isolation, that means everything.

If you want to see where I’ll be next, you can always find the latest updates here:
👉 https://www.authormayafisher.com/events

🧭 Moving Forward

I didn’t make finalist in the awards I recently entered.

And yeah—that hurt.

I won’t pretend it didn’t.

But I’m still here. Still writing. Still showing up. Still building something that didn’t exist before I decided to tell these stories.

And maybe that’s the real work.

Not the recognition. Not the validation.

Just continuing anyway.

🌱 Coming Into Spring

Spring feels like a reset.

Not a clean slate—life doesn’t really work that way—but a chance to start moving again. To step outside. To reconnect. To remember that growth doesn’t always look like momentum. Sometimes it looks like survival.

If you’ve been here, reading, supporting, sharing—thank you. Truly.

It means more than you know.

— Maya