Normally I’m thrilled for the end of summer and humidity, but it’s bittersweet this year because it means I’ve gone an entire season without my dad and am beginning another.
Grief is a strange thing. I’ve gone days, even weeks being okay, but then something will make me emotional.
Like, I was driving one day and the song “Living Years” by Mike + The Mechanics* came on the radio. I don’t know if I’d never really paid attention to the lyrics before or if now they have a lot more significance.
It’s been hard to write the past few months. A week or two after the funeral, I had a random burst of inspiration about an old WIP and wrote nonstop for several days. But then I hit a wall because it’s a book about grief and I’m not in a place yet that I can write my character a year after her loss. She’s had time to process. I haven’t.
I’m working on another WIP now, making slow (very, very slow), but steady progress. A few things I love about it:
I also love that I plotted this book. I’m usually a pantster, but I wanted to try something different and so far it’s working.
In other news, I’m gearing up for TV fall schedule. It was one of my favorite times of year when I was a kid and still is. Watching pilot episodes, deciding if I like them enough to keep watching, learning new names, and predicting plots…
It’s the little things. Like this guy. Best co-worker ever ❤️
*My title is a lyric from “Living Years” by Mike + The Mechanics. Here’s the video. It’s very 1980s.