Look at my header on this blog. There is a person walking there with a dog. That person is my dad. If you follow me on Instagram you know he died on the 11/2 in the year 2022 when I was barely two months post partum. To say that it was an emotional trauma is an understatement. Add the wars around the world, the economy crashing, impending doom and all that, I haven’t really felt like writing. I tried occasionally, as one does when you’re an authos. And yes, I did pick up my computer on Novemeber 2022 as per the last post on this blog. It didn’t lead anywhere. For most of 2022 and 2023 I wrote nothing.
Which is why I’m so happy to announce that I am not dead. Not as a woman, not as a human and certainly not as an author. It’s now only January of 2024 and I sent the novel “Charlotte Times Two” to my beta readers late last night. By the time I sent it in, I was even proud of it. It’s good, in the end it was something I’m proud of.
You might also notice that I’ve added a new page under my header called Saltbridge Hollow. It’s connected to “Charlotte Times Two”, but more on that at a later time. I’m carefully optimistic that I will finish another book this year and I’ve already outlined it. For the first time in a long time I’m excited about the future.
I’m back, baby!
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