Every December 31st I celebrate an end and a beginning. Although I am an intelligent woman, I somehow expect that ticking of the clock hand into the new year to signal a great change of fortune. It will come as no surprise that by January 2nd most years, my expectations have become more realistic and I settle into normal life.
2017 had 2 days of normality before fate started throwing darts designed to pierce my optimistic spirit. It is now 13 days in to the new year and I have spent 8 of those days at the hospital bedside of my partner. Not a good start. Anyone who has spent time in hospitals know that it is impossible to focus on anything other than the person in the bed and so although I can read a novel, it is a half-heart attempt and trying to do any creative writing is beyond my emotional ability.
So my dear followers, forgive this break while I try to deal with life’s trauma. I hope to be renewed with my writing passion soon.