In the meantime, I have books I had intended to take to conventions or promote on my website locked away in the closet. My mother will turn 94 in a few months and I have no idea how much longer she has before she will join my dad in the great-unknown-hereafter, so I’ve decided to buck it up and get back to writing. I have managed to get my books on kindle and write a novella, The Violin, but not much else. I checked my website so infrequently that I lost it to some enterprising Asian who thought maybe I would buy it back from him. But when I love my father and my mother began losing her memory, I found myself in that same position. For years, as a writing coach, I told would-be novelists to write through their pain and offered great ideas (at least they seemed great at the time) to accomplish this.
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