Not a lot of blogging going on here, have you noticed? Mostly because I'm not sure what I have to say at this very strange and difficult time in my life. I am not cut out for widowhood, I believe. I could bore you with the realities of my life these last 4 weeks. Insurance stress, death benefit stress, getting on with life stress and as of today, Social Security Administration stress (they're trying to pay a dead man). Did you know it would be easier to catch a fly with chopsticks than get a human on the phone at the SSA?
Or I could tell you about putting away the medical supplies I used to care for him and crying. Or changing the sheets for the first time since he passed...and crying. Or ya know...making coffee...and crying.
But there is writing, though. That's a bright spot. Because I had this weird notion (much like when I quit smoking) that I wouldn't be able to write now that I'm a widow (I thought I wouldn't be able to write sans smokes). But I can. And I am. So, I'm grateful for that.
Another thing I am looking forward to is the release of my Christmas novella 'Tis the Season which comes out from Excessica on December 5th. So that...yeah, I'm looking forward to that.
Let's see...what else. Well, like I said, there's writing. I'm more than half done the anthology of all new stories I'm putting together to be the follow up to Lucky 13. And Obsession Suite is selling in a modest but steady stream and...
Yeah, that's all I've got. I am trying to find a shred of my Christmas spirit. Trying to embrace, even on some level, moving forward. But it is slow going and difficult to say the least.
On that note, I'd like to thank all my writer friends and readers yet again for their unfailing kindness, support, understanding and love. You're awesome. And I'm grateful for you. <3