I’ve been writing off and on for many years. But to be honest, I’ve been a writer since I was old enough to hold a crayon or a pencil in my hand. Walls were my first target, but I quickly learned that wasn’t an acceptable medium to use to get my message across.
The 2000s saw me seriously pursuing a writing career. I was enjoying success writing a lighthearted mystery series set in Virginia (River City Mysteries). The first book is entitled “Your Eight O’clock is Dead” and was well received when it was published. I also had a non-fiction piece included in the anthology “Cup of Comfort for Cat Lovers.” And I had just finished the rough draft of the second book in the mystery series. Things were going well.
My world fell apart in October of 2012. That’s when my beloved husband died after a very brief illness. Life as I knew it ceased to exist. At the time I also became the sole caretaker of my aging father who had a host of medical problems, among them Parkinson’s. He passed away in 2017. As the saying goes, Life Got in the Way of My Plans. Boy, did it ever. I’ve spent the last seven years evolving and finding my way back to living again and enjoying all that life can bring. And that includes something very dear to me – writing.