First Monday in June, and I’m just now getting back to my Place. It’s been a bizarre roller coaster ride since April, the last time I did anything here, but I reached the point where I was just tired of writing about my ailments. Now, though, I’m happy to say that we are definitely seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, and this time it isn’t a firefly.
I’m not entirely well yet, but I’m on the Humira and am definitely seeing positive results. However, after being ill for over a year and having jelly for muscles, it’s going to be quite awhile before I’m strong enough or have enough stamina to do much. Yesterday, we went to Lufkin to go to both WalMart and Sam’s, then out to lunch at Cheddar’s. Well, I managed WalMart, MSB had to Sam’s, and I was too tuckered to eat at Cheddar’s so I ordered a to-go club sandwich.
But we got to go to the church handbell concert last night. I love handbells!
Work has suffered a bit. The Cat Lady’s Secret has now been rejected by everyone we’ve submitted it to. I can think of a number of reasons, but I believe the main reason is that God knows I’m just not well enough, even now, to do what’s necessary to promote a new release. So, while He’s saying “No, for now,” I’m working on another with my writing partner Brad. He’s hoping we’ll be finished by the ACFW Conference in September. I’m hoping too—quite a bit of work left to do on The Simulacrum.
I’ve also put some thought into how easy it would be at this point to just fade out of the field, like the players fading into the cornstalks in Field of Dreams. There are several aspects of this career that I don’t like, and not having to do them holds a certain appeal. I’ve had my fifteen minutes of fame, and I can tag the phrase “award-winning author” to my resume if ever I decide to get a “real” job, so maybe it’s time to disappear from the scene.
And sometimes I argue the other way. Hang in there, keep writing, keep networking. Who knows which side of me is going to win this internal battle.