The world today is a very noisy and distracting place, and pretty much everyone seems to be writing something in the hopes of publishing. Personally I have never put that desire aside during my life. But on top of being generally slow at writing, life has been especially noisy and distracting of late. No excuse but it is the explanation.
I’m in the midst of one of the most difficult transitions one is likely to face, the loss of a life-partner and in my case, definitely the love of my life. Actually, the first step in this transition was losing my partner in all that we shared, little-by-little as his condition deteriorated. Then his loss altogether. Then the bitter upheaval it engendered in his family which in retrospect, I should have and could have seen its cliched ending coming.
And now this beautiful home my husband and I created together and thoroughly enjoyed for over three decades feels too quiet, too full of memories, too big. The memories at least will be carried with me into the unknown future. But selling our home will complete my severing from a life I treasured. Loss upon loss.
Still when all is said and done, I will return to my lifelong ambition to write and publish, starting with completing the sequel to my latest novel, the medical thriller, The Human Trial. Subsequently I plan to dive into the third volume in the series, set in the Covid era. And I will trust the rest of a life will take care of itself.