Grief

I was thinking about grief this week and about how I am handling it. I was just letting my thoughts wander and then it occurred to me I should call my Dad to see if he had any insight. We had never really talked about him losing his parents. It was a great plan for a moment until I realized the reason I am dealing with grief is that my Dad died (five months ago now) ...

Hmm ... (novella thoughts)

Didn't really get any writing done on the novella over the weekend, but I'm still finding my way in, so to speak. 

On the upside, I've got ideas for more in that "series." The set-up lends itself to slice-of-life action sequels, but that means more research since I have to live with whatever I concoct in the beginning.

One word at a time ...

Whoa, just saw the word count on the co-authored work-in-progress: 103k. 

NICE. 

It's taken forever to get this far. It has survived kids in and out of school, loss of jobs, tornadoes, a move across the Pacific and "homelessness," death and countless hours/days/weeks of "I will never be motivated ever again." I'm super proud of this story, even if it never sees the light of day inside a bookstore