My warm place

Photo by Nathan Dumlao

It got cold around here since I last blogged. Very cold, inside and out. Health’s been grim, plus there was a painful event in my private life. Been more bedbound than usual, about 90% instead of my normal 75%. Been hanging onto hope.

Not hope that my health will improve. That train’s long gone. Hope that it won’t get worse. Because it could be a lot worse with only a small nudge off the cliff edge.

Some people with ME are fed through tubes for the rest of their lives. Many die from long term organ damage. Others kill themselves when the pain is constantly hideous and there’s no hope of a treatment and no end in sight.

That’s how bad it can get, but I hope it won’t for me. At least until the end of my life, whenever that is. No worse than my present quality of life until then is my sincere hope.

I’m okay. Got my warm place. It’s small and dark and snuggly, and my friends and I talk to each other. I’m not lonely. Could be, horribly, but I’m not. Still here. Still in touch.

And still using my writer’s brain. Holley Trent and I are working on our cozy mystery. Working title is Gully’s Wood. It’s fun. Exactly what I need.

The plan for 2018

Photo by Bennett DunganI aim to keep going at the speed that will allow me to keep going. Having proved to myself that I can complete one big novel per year despite health hurdles, that’s my benchmark. I’ve submitted 2017’s space opera, and depending on the responses that one receives its sequel is likely to be my big book of 2018.

Also, I’ve teamed up with Holley Trent to co-author a small American town cozy mystery, which promises to be fun.

Once I recover from the relapse that’s sunk me deep since I finished Space Train in October, really recovered that is, I’ll get started.

Let the adventure begin

photo by Corey Silva

Actually, I have three adventures waiting to begin. Three writing projects ready for me to dive into.

There’s Space Train 2. When I finished Book 1 with such a prolonged, intense adrenaline rush, I thought  I would continue right into Book 2. But it turns out my mind wants to refresh itself first. I’ll be happy to press Go on that project when the time is right, but for now it’s waiting patiently.

There’s my palate cleanser fantasy, now with the working title 90 DAYS, which I showed you a raw snippet of last week. That opening scene has developed, as I expected it would, and my hero is in the process of becoming an anti-hero. He’s a man who acts on urges that many of us might only daydream about. Someone who will beat the living shit out of a nazi as easily as others will RT an activist tweet. Someone who might even kill a very bad person and then sleep peacefully. Wishful thinking? You bet it is, and I think this one has the legs to go all the way.

And there’s a co-authored cozy mystery that Holley Trent and I have been talking about for a while. We’ve both had deadlines to fulfill this autumn, and desks to clear, but we’re approaching the point where we can do some work on this one and see how it goes.

Three projects, and each one quite delicious. That’s my 2018 planned.

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