Lovely way to start the year:
And it has viciously kicked my ass most of this month.
Grief turned out to be kind of a reverse Trojan Horse: it detonated in might and power and inevitability like Shiva the Destroyer, but there were gifts (perhaps even a kind of rebirth) to be found in the rubble.
The most gut-wrenching part of the loss has started to subside and, to almost no one’s surprise, I will write more about it later.
In other writing news, my High-School English teacher and I reconnected this summer after losing touch for a few years. She was a tremendous educator and I was so blessed to have her in my confused young life as a High School Senior. She …
Below, my mostly squared away desk, including the keyboard tray I made from original house baseboards.
I feel like I’ll be able to start writing again, now. I’ve found a cluttered desk is the death to productivity. Read up on it, apparently your brain feels like it needs to check everything in the environment before it can focus on the task at hand.
Or, it’s a hold over from my Coast Guard days, when I had to have my Rescue Swimmer gear organized so I could find life-saving equipment at a moment’s notice in the dark, while dripping wet and slightly hypothermic myself.
Speaking of those days, here is a class photo from Coast Guard Aviation Survivalman School.
….summed up in one photo. Make of it what you will.…
That is all.…
I recently was selected for a Bookbub promotion, which introduced the “By the Hands of Men” series to a whole new group of readers.
Some of the reactions have been just marvelous. I hope I am never so jaded by my progress that I lose my sense of gratitude that someone finds my books compelling or entertaining or perhaps even enlightening.
“I have not committed myself to a six book series as I’ve never believed an author could sustain a story and keep it interesting for that long. I was proven wrong by Roy Griffiths with this series which I found myself finding time to read rather than to sleep. I wouldn’t recommend reading …