Still Here

Flowers growing in the seam of stamped concrete

My little volunteer flowers are still going strong. Me, not so much. But I am coming back, a little at a time. I wish I could articulate all the things that have stood between me and writing my blog and working on my book. All I can say is the grief journey is complicated, and I have not been navigating well this year.

I started this blog after Cecil died in 2023 - when I purchased a domain name and built my website. The first two years each had more than 50 posts - I haven't done 20 this year. My tenth book was published in April 2024 - I have been working on book eleven for 18 months. I'm 36,000 words in - much slower than my usual writing pace.

As my blogging and writing have slowed, so have my sales. Without me pushing my presence, why would someone think to buy a book.

But I am writing again. And I'm trying to rise above the behaviors that trap me in the dark. There is always light. I have to turn to it, and focus on it if I am going to successfully write my stories, because my stories are stories of light. And the world always needs the light of love.