Wednesday, November 9, 2016

#Grief and Writer's Block #amwriting #Alzheimers

I'm writing this post in the hopes that it will offer comfort to others dealing with writer's block as a result of grief. If you Google "writer's block" and "grief", you'll find loads of posts telling you to write your way through it. Many people do so, and I admire them.

Really, I envy them. Because I haven't been able to do that. I've barely been able to breathe.

It's been a tough decade. My dad has a slowly advancing case of Alzheimer's, and one of the reasons my husband and I moved to East Texas from London was to help my mom cope. And cope she did. Far longer than she should have. She made a promise to my dad that he would die at home, and she did her best to honor that promise. But eventually Alzheimer's won. It usually does.

She made the difficult decision to move him to a nursing home in May 2015. By September 2015, she had dropped dead of a heart attack that was completely unexpected. I know without doubt that she died more from grief and guilt than from any cardiac complications. In addition to overwhelming sorrow at her loss, her death left me with the challenge of closing out her estate, becoming my dad's power of attorney, and taking responsibility for watching over him. I'm lucky: my husband and two brothers are incredibly supportive, and I'm not sure how I would manage without them.

The year since my mom's death has taken a toll on my creativity, and I was naive to imagine otherwise. She had a huge personality and was an important part of our lives, and I miss her very much. I'm also dealing with the challenges of having a loved one in a nursing home. One of us is there every day to feed Daddy dinner and help get him ready for bed. But there are problems. From cuts and scrapes that refuse to heal, to continuing weight loss, to problems finding the right diapers for my dad - every new wrinkle is cause for fresh grief.


Throughout this year, I've wanted to lose myself in the next Cass Elliot novel. The story is there, waiting and wanting to be written, and I love where it's going. I've tried to write it. But every word I've put down - 40,000+ of them - has been its own tragedy. First drafts are supposed to be rough, but not this rough.


This is doubly frustrating because I'm an Achiever. Yes, with an annoying capital "A". I set a goal and work my happy little ass off until I achieve it. But not this past year. Don't get me wrong, I have achieved things. They're just not related to writing. (I have the best organized sock drawer in East Texas and we're currently running a champion / challenger diaper contest on my dad. That gives you an idea of my creative capabilities in the midst of grief.)

We're now past the one year anniversary of my mother's death, and I am hopeful that the haze shrouding my creativity is lifting. Characters are banging around in my head again, offering snippets of conversation and plot for this new book, and the words are slowly coming. How long will it be before I'm hitting my word count on a daily basis? I have no idea, but at last I am moving in the right direction.

I want to tell you that it's okay if you're blocked. Nobody knows your life, your circumstances, and no one is entitled to judge you. If the words don't flow in the midst of your grief, give yourself a break and time to heal. The words will come back and perhaps be richer for what you've experienced.

Most importantly, hang in there and remember that you are not alone.



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Wednesday, November 2, 2016

On the Loss of #Indie #Author Kathleen Valentine #amreading

The indie publishing world comes together today to celebrate the life and grieve the loss of fellow indie author Kathleen Valentine. She left this world on Saturday, October 29, 2016. Along with her family and friends, her fellow authors and her readers will miss her very much. Funny, forthright, and passionate, she was a generous contributor to the indie publishing and other creative communities.

To honor her, we're spreading the word about Kathleen and hope to keep her with us a little longer through the books she left behind.


Kathleen was a prolific writer. On Amazon you'll find her mysteries, psychological suspense, ghost stories, folklore inspired fiction, romance, and her cookbooks and knitting books. Please visit her Amazon author page to discover the many stories Kathleen leaves for us.


http://amzn.to/2elupHkhttp://amzn.to/2ebYypdhttp://amzn.to/2ebZFFzhttp://amzn.to/2eZo1nA


Friday, October 21, 2016

Win an #iPad Air 2 Loaded with @BestSellingRead #Books! #amreading

Calling all book lovers! This is one simple contest - to enter, email the first line of Chapter 4 from any book by any of the authors below to:


contest@BestSellingReads.com


For more information, click the graphic below to visit the BestSelling Reads website.

Contest ends October 30, 2016, so enter now!


http://www.bestsellingreads.com/win-10-bestselling-reads-books-ipad-air-2/

Monday, October 3, 2016

For Those Who Are Hurting - What #Love Looks Like (#Kids #Divorce #Pain)

There's a young woman in my life who is going through a hell of a time with her parent's divorce. It's not the divorce itself that's giving her fits, she's moving through that. It's her mother's verbal abuse (driven, I think, by feelings of guilt over her affair and abandoning her kids) that is causing this young woman such pain.

She's dealing with her mother with grace and courage, and her attitude in the face of such negativity is inspirational. I have faith that this young woman will come through this time a stronger person, but at the moment, she's suffering.

I doubt she'll see this post, but there are others who need to be reminded of what love, any kind of love, really looks like. Parental love, spousal love, love for friends and co-workers, love for pets, even love for strangers.

I hope this will encourage someone in both the giving of love and understanding what pure love looks like, and perhaps more importantly, what it does not.