My New “Job”

This summer I have had a very demanding new part-time job. It wasn’t one I wanted but there’s no turning it down. The job is going to doctors.  My husband’s been sick, I’ve been sick, even the cats. Illness and injury and “conditions.” One thing after another. I just got back from a bunch of x-rays today, never mind what happened. Not my idea of a good time. I figured it was because I’m “getting older” but I’ve heard from people much younger that they have been going through similar things. Stuff happens, so they say. Doctors, doctors, and more doctors. What would we do without ‘em? But those appointments can sure be a time vortex.

What has all of this meant for my writing? Well, let’s say it hasn’t been good. Progress has been slow and unsteady. As someone recently told me, though, “Stop making excuses.” Well, we’re not talking excuses here but I know what she meant. I intend to do better.  I plan on getting to work as soon as I get back from the vet where I’m taking a cat for her rabies booster.

Just Do It

This past year since my daughter died has been very difficult for me. I haven’t been able to work, or at least, I haven’t been able to write. I finally pulled myself sufficiently together to get a new book of poetry in order, “The Seasons of Forever,” a book I’m dedicating to Anne’s memory. It’s published and available now. It’s not  yet in paper, only in digital editions, but you can pick your preferred seller and e-book format from here: https://www.books2read.com/u/bWZq90  

So I have a book of poetry for Anne.  It’s a start. I still have a problem with fiction, though. I’ve been thinking about this, since the next installment of the Tiger Lily series is seriously overdue. I have significant plot changes to make, among other things. I was stewing about this as I lay in bed last night trying to sleep. I kept thinking about Anne, the new book, and then Anne again. I finally did fall asleep but apparently my subconscious was not ready to let go of the problem. I snapped awake from a doze, hearing Anne’s voice. She had that slightly exasperated tone that adult children (and yes, teens, which is where I think they perfect it) can use with their parents. “Mom! Just do it, Mom!” I’m going to try to take that advice.