My dog is ready to run again, and I’m ready to write again.
I haven’t been writing much, I haven’t been doing much. It’s been a rough summer, a rough fall, and now we are approaching a rough winter. To recap, in June my father passed away. Following his death, my son’s beloved teacher was murdered. The killers are still at large. I came down with bronchitis and ended up bed ridden for a week. Then a few weeks later, a police officer was gunned down, and the suspect was also killed. Our city was on lock down for a few days.
I took some much needed personal time to get things in my personal life figured out. It is hard to write, be positive, and even think when there is so much negative going on. I did nothing to do with writing (except submitting the minimal number of articles for Many Kind Regards), instead I spent my days and nights playing Fantasy Football, running, and spending time with my kids. You don’t realize how children are affected by tragedy and loss, until they are. I needed this time to think, to re-evaluate, and to figure things out.
I still don’t have everything figured out, but we are doing better. I restarted writing the second novel. I have yet to post another day in my writing challenge– just not ready for that yet. And now I’m re-attacking the blog. I have also lost 15 pounds (I have 10 more pounds to lose in preparation for my kind of, sort of, but not really last marathon). I started a training plan in preparation for the kind of, sort of, but not really last marathon. Last night I signed up for the kind of, sort of, but not really last marathon. I find out next month if we are leaving our beloved home for five years for a new base, and since the leaves are falling, it’s time to turn a new leaf.
Expect to hear more from me shortly…