I’ve been running full-speed ahead since the beginning of November. I knew I was near the end of the very long Diving saga I’ve been writing. The book I’ve been writing most of the summer was nearing completion, and was turning out to be more than 300,000 words, which is ridiculous. Then there was my Spanish class, which really has been a godsend. I needed […]
My cat died in June. He wasn’t just any cat. He was what Dean and I call “a heart cat.” We have cats whom we love and cherish, and then we have special cats—the ones who simply take over our hearts and hold them hostage. Galahad was the best of the best, and we had him for fifteen years.
I’m telling you this not to get sympathy, but because Gally’s death factored into my process this summer. I knew he was going to go at some point, but he went fast. Fine one week, gone the next. Not as fast as our Ella, who literally died in an instant (vet thinks heart attack or stroke) in February, but still, faster than expected.
That, on top of the deaths of several friends since the first of the year, some close and some not as close as they once were, left me reeling. I hadn’t realized how down I was until I figured out that my writing had nearly ground to a halt.
In fact, the one thing that kept me going was the schedule I had drawn up earlier in the year…
Okay, that’s a long title. But I couldn’t come up with anything pithy. As I type this, explosions shaking my house. Not because I’m in some kind of danger or because something bad has happened, but because I live in a tourist town. Here in the States, it’s our national holiday, the Fourth of July, which Americans have celebrated with fireworks since our founding. I […]