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So I wake up to find this in my inbox ...
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Just ... wow. Let's say my face is very, very, very wet.
You all probably had an idea of how much this would mean to me ... take that initial expectation and raise the result exponentially higher.
Even aside from my vision loss, this past year and a half or so has been particularly difficult for me for a number of reasons. I'll spare you all the details, although those who've been alongside me for the latter part of this journey know what's been going on. I don't mean to say that I haven't happiness during these past several months. I graduated college, which was a huge success; I've secured a few editing gigs despite not yet being able to find a conventional job; I loved again even when I didn't think I could; I've grown as an artist; and I've made a host of new friends, many of whom came from here. But the struggles were also many and seemed to be coming back to back, the stress from which I think may be partially responsible for the aforementioned progression of my blindness over these past few weeks. That said, this gift means more to me than you may even have expected.
Some of you I know well, others of you I've become acquainted with recently, and others of you I am only meeting for the first time; but reading this poem, I felt the embrace of each and every one of your beautiful hearts as my own broke and mended on the spot. This poem reminded me in a very real way that, no matter what we are dealing with, there are people to help carry us through it when we're not sure how much further we can walk.
I can't thank you all enough. You have spoken to me in poetry, my very own love language ... which is a first for me. I am very deeply touched, if I may break from the somber mood and make a pun. This is the most beautiful gift I have ever received, and I will treasure it for as long as I live.
camelopardalisinblue
callerofcrows
chromeantennae
LionesseRampant
Edges-to-Everything
FuzzyHoser
GuinevereToGwen
haphazardmelody
Medoriko
nawkaman
Nichrysalis
rlkirkland
Sammur-amat
Serentic
SurrealCachinnation
Synesthi
TristanCody
betwixtthepages
I'll be sending you individual thank-you notes once I've placed the text of this piece in a Word document with line numbers so that I can really absorb who wrote what. You are all truly incredible, and I love you very much.
Mel
:thumb453211160:
Just ... wow. Let's say my face is very, very, very wet.
You all probably had an idea of how much this would mean to me ... take that initial expectation and raise the result exponentially higher.
Even aside from my vision loss, this past year and a half or so has been particularly difficult for me for a number of reasons. I'll spare you all the details, although those who've been alongside me for the latter part of this journey know what's been going on. I don't mean to say that I haven't happiness during these past several months. I graduated college, which was a huge success; I've secured a few editing gigs despite not yet being able to find a conventional job; I loved again even when I didn't think I could; I've grown as an artist; and I've made a host of new friends, many of whom came from here. But the struggles were also many and seemed to be coming back to back, the stress from which I think may be partially responsible for the aforementioned progression of my blindness over these past few weeks. That said, this gift means more to me than you may even have expected.
Some of you I know well, others of you I've become acquainted with recently, and others of you I am only meeting for the first time; but reading this poem, I felt the embrace of each and every one of your beautiful hearts as my own broke and mended on the spot. This poem reminded me in a very real way that, no matter what we are dealing with, there are people to help carry us through it when we're not sure how much further we can walk.
I can't thank you all enough. You have spoken to me in poetry, my very own love language ... which is a first for me. I am very deeply touched, if I may break from the somber mood and make a pun. This is the most beautiful gift I have ever received, and I will treasure it for as long as I live.
camelopardalisinblue
callerofcrows
chromeantennae
LionesseRampant
Edges-to-Everything
FuzzyHoser
GuinevereToGwen
haphazardmelody
Medoriko
nawkaman
Nichrysalis
rlkirkland
Sammur-amat
Serentic
SurrealCachinnation
Synesthi
TristanCody
betwixtthepages
I'll be sending you individual thank-you notes once I've placed the text of this piece in a Word document with line numbers so that I can really absorb who wrote what. You are all truly incredible, and I love you very much.
Mel
Checking In
Hi, everyone, It's been so long. I miss connecting with you all and supporting each other's work. As many of you know, I am legally blind and use my computer with the aid of screen reading software. Unfortunately, the new Deviant Art platform is not currently compliant with accessibility guidelines. I was able to hobble along for a while, but screen reader compatibility has continued to deteriorate. I am in dialogue with dA's developers about this and am hopeful things will turn around, but it could be a while. As such, I wanted to let you know I'm writing again and am directing the flow of content to my Facebook author page for now. Hope to connect with you there, and hope to be back here soon. Warmly, Mel https://www.facebook.com/melfinefrockpoetry
On a Whim: The Story of How My Book Came to Be
On October 7, 2015, I self-published a book of poetry with the help of a few friends who served as cheerleaders and accountability buddies. The book came as a surprise to many, though, because I did it in secret. Not the best marketing move--you're supposed to anticipate a book release with lots of preamble--but I honestly had no idea if it would even work out. Indie is a tough field, and poetry is a niche genre besides. And I was right--my book has by no means been a bestseller--but I'm still glad I did it.
The reason I'm writing about this right now is because today is second anniversary to August 20, 2015, the day I decided to up and do i
The Roles of Blindness, Synesthesia in My Poetry
Many newcomers will see the blurb on the back of my book, think, "Cool, a blind poet," and then come away from reading it thinking, "BUT WAIT! How does she imagery?"
This is a perfectly reasonable question, especially for those who don't know me personally. I've answered this on a number of occasions since publishing, but I thought it might be cool to share here in case anyone else was wondering. :)
So, close your eyes. I see a little more than the light you see through your eyelids. My laptop monitor is a featureless, glowing rectangle (sometimes it's not even a rectangle). I can make out Jordan's silhouette if the lamp on the endtable nex
Announcing Melissa Foster's Touched by Love!
Touched by Love
By Melissa Foster
Fiercely independent Janie Jansen has always believed there were worse things in life than being blind, and she’s spent her life proving it. She’s moved away from her overprotective parents, built a life in New York City, and is one of the top technical editors in her company. That is, until an unfortunate accident turns her life upside down, and she’s forced to give up the very independence she’s worked so hard to achieve.
Kindle: http://smarturl.it/TBL_REM_Kindle
Kobo: http://smarturl.it/TBL_REM_Kobo
iBooks: http://www.melissafoster.com/TBL_REM_iBooks
Google Play: http://www.me
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