Surviving or Thriving??

As a writer things have been pretty dry as of late. Since getting sober I've had a lot of amazing things happen in my life. Life without balance is really just a monotone existence.

My creator gave me a lot to be happy about. But they also in turn gave me the hardest year of my life. Three surgeries that challenged my strength. I'm not quite sure that battle is over to be honest. My dog Jackee passing away. Then in June my 94-year-old grandmother passed away. It would happen like that. Passing away just before I hit 1 year sober. That challenge I passed. I'm still sober, 1 year, 3 months, and 9 days (466 days).

My grandmother was the toughest woman I've ever known and while she wasn't the sweetest woman I've ever known, I knew she loved me. My mother and I watched her slow decline and took care of her in the end. It was so difficult to go through. So hard to watch the woman that once knew as the strongest woman I've ever known, transition into someone that needed me to change her diaper. Watching this, taking care of her was a hard and traumatizing experience. I also know it was hard for her in the decline as well. She used to do so much. Relying on people for the most basic tasks would tear me apart inside. I am a lot like her. Left brained. Logical. Hard a$$. The upside on this was the relationship I built with my mother. We shared this experience and grew a little closer. Our relationship has always been strained but breaking through a little of those webs that we've wrapped ourselves in was a great thing. A step in the right direction.

Love. Am I going to find it? Did I find it? We shall see.

I am pretty close to finishing a new book. The title right now is New Blood.

Fantasy Romance. I'm in need of beta readers. Message me if you'd like to be on the beta team!

To end this post, it seems we are surviving right now. Hold onto your butts though, we are on the doorstep of thriving. I hope you all are well. Have a great day!