It has been rough for me the last couple of years -- longer, in actuality. My husband and I have weathered the storm. As many already know, I've wanted to write books from the time I knew actual humans created them. Books, to me, were magical, a gateway into new worlds, a means to make new friends, a way to learn how people think. People are fascinating! Even ordinary people (and there are no ordinary people, are there?).
I'm saddened by the loss of my mother and my brother. I am slowly learning to deal with the gaping hole left in my heart. The edges are still jagged and bring pain and tears when I bump up against them.
Eventually, the jagged edges will smooth, and life will be restored to a semblance of normalcy. I will never be the same. That's what life does to us--it changes us, and if we contemplate the changes wisely, sorrows help us to grow.
My writing had to be placed on the back burner for a while as I dealt with issues, including my own health problems. Now, I've restarted although still sputtering. Sputtering means my writing comes in bouts, but I suppose that has always been true.
I have accomplished some things in the last few days. I worked a bit more on the outlining of Libby and Ander, the second in Down to the River novellas.
I have started several full-length books, but none are yet near completion. I hope to have Moon's Silence completed soon (written under my pen name). After that, I plan to write the rest of A Tree's Response. This is a trilogy. Each book stands alone but together they make a complete story--that's the plan anyway!
I have the covers for all 3 books ready to go!
I'm eager to get started back on this series!
The Lord willing, I'll soon be back in the saddle!