Things have been extremely busy--even in light of my wife's death last year.
You'd think that things would pace themselves, slow down...and so on?
Life doesn't work that way.
This year marks the two-year anniversary (that I last published something: A novella), but like I said--back in late March...?
Don't expect a whole lot of writing in the meantime.
Not until I get some mpre stuff straightened out.
April left me with a legacy and a lot of stuff to do--in her absence--and it has been a long and hard (transitioning) period for me.
Even though I'm still in the early stages of grief...? My caregiver suprised me today with a question of her own:
"Have you written anything lately?"
Can't say that I'm surprised. I used to be pretty prolific and this question has popped up a few times: Since Janiary 13th, 2023.
But the truth is...the death of a loved one changes you into a completely different person than you were before.
Not only will you never be the same again, but your whole routine gets deep-sixed something fierce.
Writing had been my passion, but with too much going on--it became clear (early on) that I would never be to resume--on such short notice?
I still think about it from time to time, but the urge has never been strong enough--for me to "jump back into things".
And every so often, I'd open one of my unfinished WIPs and it feels like it's been written by someone other than me.
I can't connect with anything at this point.
So I've been gentle with myself and taking one day at a time.
Sky