The Bleak Midwinter

Happy Winter Everyone!

Yes I’m still alive.  I don’t know about you all but instagram is like spark notes for a blog.  It’s the quick way to get your creative need met to post without the work.  It’s so much easier to just post a pic and a few words than to write a post on a blog.   As much as I love doing that and enjoy instagram, I do love the intimacy of a good blog post.

It’s 2022!  Hard to believe.  I can’t even look out those numbers without feeling weird.  I think I’m still stuck in nineteen ninety something.

We all had Covid for Christmas.  My entire family, but so did everyone else.  So surreal all of this is.  I can’t help wishing I could go back in time.  I long for normalcy which will probably never exist again or at least the way I remembered it.

I’m 56 now, a grandmother of three with one on the way, all from my oldest son.  I just started working again in November after not working for over ten years.  Hard to jump back in.

I am working on my fifth book now, slowly but trying.  It’s been hard to be creative when the world is so bizarre but I’m determined.

It’s been a strange winter and I swore I wouldn’t make a New Years resolution because no one ever really follows through but I am making a commitment to have my fifth book completed and published by the end the fall.

I hope you are well.  Will keep you posted!