I still exist. Really, I do. I haven’t slipped into an alternate dimension or been abducted by aliens. But 2017 wasn’t the easiest year, and writing slipped away from me.
I lost my mother in March last year. On St. Patrick’s Day. While it wasn’t totally unexpected (she was 89 and getting frail), I don’t believe we can ever be prepared for that time when it comes. It hit me hard. After all, she had always been part of my life, and now she was gone. The emptiness where she had been was greater than I ever would have imagined.
Then there were some nagging health issues. Nothing serious, but I had to get serious about reducing carbs and sugars, and thankfully my new doctor recommended physical therapy for my back, which had been way too stiff in the aftermath of two herniated disks.
And now in 2018, I’m feeling better. And there’s a new story underway. It’s different from the original three I’d been working on. There’s some writing wisdom out there that says we have to write three not-so-great books before we finally write a good one. I’m hoping that’s true.
I’ll probably make some changes to the blog’s appearance, in the near future. My Able theme is long retired from WordPress. I think that’s a sign to undertake a major refresh. I still won’t do many posts because I have to concentrate on getting back in the writing-of-novels mode. Ultimately that’s the whole reason for the writing of blog posts for me.
In my next-to-last call with my mom, she asked how the writing was going. I was honest and said not so well, but I was hoping it would pick up again. To that she said, “Don’t stop writing.” And I said “I won’t.”
Maybe this new idea won’t end up being the right one. If it does get published, maybe it won’t go anywhere. And maybe that’s okay.
But I’ll keep that last promise to my mom.