Ouch. Four months since I last posted. I apologize and will do better from now on. Promise.
But just because I’ve been slack on my blog doesn’t mean I’ve not been working on Rabbit’s continuing adventures. The Reckoning Flames is chugging along and it’s been fun seeing all the mischief he and his friends are getting into. Which is always good—and a relief. Sometimes writing can be a chore, such as when the ideas are there but you can’t get them on paper. Or the ideas won’t mesh and you end up with a hodgepodge of stuff that doesn’t make much sense. Or when the words just won’t come at all.
Like when my mother my mother died.
Mom had been ailing for years, progressively getting worse, until there was nothing left of the once vibrant woman she’d been. Nothing left at all. When my sister, brother and I finally agreed that it was time to take her off of life support, I thought I had prepared myself and was ready to let her go. Yet, not only did grief hit me like a tsunami when she died, it flooded into surprising areas, like my writing. It gave me such a massive writer’s block that even simple emails and jotted notes on postits became hard to write.
That was the reason why Shadows Past was so late being published. In fact, if it weren’t for the support and encouragement of my editor, Anne Sowards, I don’t think it would’ve been published at all, let alone finished.
Mom’s been gone four years now and the shock of her passing has lessened. I still miss her and grieve some that she’s not here, but I’m not second-guessing myself anymore on what to write—or wondering if I can write at all. As I said, it’s fun again and, even better, it’s satisfying.
And that’s very, very good.