Still hanging in there
I can't believe it has been over a month since I last updated. A LOT has happened over the past 30 days or so, all of it involving the health of either myself or my loved ones. This month as been A LOT and will probably continue to be A LOT for a while yet to come. Frustrating, but that's life, isn't it? I've needed the down time to keep my brain from melting and running out my ears, so sorry for my radar silence, but sometimes that's just the way it has to be in order to get through the day.
It brought tears to my eyes to see that the most recent poem I shared here was "Pincurls", one I wrote about my grandmother while her health was suffering about ten years ago. And we seem to be in the same boat with her again, but thanks to this pandemic it's so much harder to support my family in any meaningful way.
Like I said: it's A LOT.
But life is proceeding, whether we like it or not. I am getting my bearings again and rallying for more blogging here. I've been working on a lot more poetry lately, encouraged by my writer's group (I've been with them for 10 years now--hard to believe--and we've been getting together via Zoom since the pandemic hit. We are a poetry-focused group, which might surprise you, given that I'm a novelist by profession.) Anyway, I'm still writing and I am working my way back to this blog with another LONG book review coming up soon, a few more recent poems, an entry or two for Love in the Time of Apocalypse, and even a book list I've been cooking up. And, of course, pics of cats and flowers.
Love you all. Stay safe and stay frosty.