I’m sure the title of this blog post will bring a smile
to fellow authors Murray Pura, William Tasch, Jim Griffin,
and Big Jim Williams. The term is most
certainly the best describer of my circumstances. Losing both of my parents within two years of
each other, an unexpected loss of a very dear friend and unnecessary family
drama took a toll on me emotionally, but it also affected all aspects of my
life, including my ministries and of course, my writing.
I had started a collaborative effort with my publisher as
well as outlining Series II of Grave Obsessions when my father began to fail.
I had a responsibility to my
readers (and publisher) and knew they
anxiously awaited finished products; therefore, I forged on for a while, but
the joy and excitement usually experienced while weaving tales was non-existent.
The days leading to my father’s passing
is when the keyboard started to gather dust.
It wasn’t a conscious decision to take a sabbatical, it just
happened. I continued to blog, but even then I threw in some old posts
because I just couldn’t get enthused and to be honest, all I really wanted to
do was not only get off the saddle but
sell it along with the horse and barn.
Grief takes many forms as does stress. When reviewing what I had written up to the break, I was appalled. It was disjointed. The words didn’t flow, they were just thrown
on the page for word count and carried no emotion, excitement, or heart.
I am now on a salvage mission,
and thus far, it’s going well. Granted,
there is a great deal of rewriting to do, but the horse is rested and ready to
sprint to the finish line.
Thank you for your patience and understanding…..
