I haven’t written in a couple of days. I think it’s starting to make me ill.
I’ve had couple of reminders of my brother this week. Which reminded me of Mom. Hell, it’s reminded me of the Uncle that lived with us, who we lost as well. Grief is nasty. I get some time when the pain eases, and then it yanks the cover away and there it is… the huge gaping hole…where my mother used to reside…where my brother did…
I had migraine-like headaches last night and woke up with them today. I had a couple of job placement events I participated in today…mainly because I don’t want to get in the habit of skipping them. Of course, it didn’t do much for my disposition. But at least the headaches have subsided…
Tomorrow morning, I’m going to force my butt into the chair and work on God’s Golden Shore. I left off at the discovery of a body…so, one would think I have some interesting work ahead of me.
Tonight? I’m going to re-visit some Pressfield, because Resistance is a bitch, but it can me tamed.
Btw, excellent post on Dean Wesley Smith’s blog tonight, as he posts a blog he wrote in 2010 about the changes in the publishing world. I wasn’t writing much when this was all going on… but I found this bit of history fascinating. Here it be: https://www.deanwesleysmith.com/a-glimpse-back-almost-nine-years/
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