I've been going through a rough patch for a few months now. My dad's passing hit me harder than I'd expected, even though I knew it was coming. I did five conventions in six weeks. Then there were a bunch of household problems, some sort of mutant cold/flu/virus that's still working its mojo on me and a overwhelming sense of frustration.
I have never lost my passion for writing, but I couldn't connect with the passion in the way that would have allowed me to write. During the darkest of these times - and they did get pretty dark - I actually considered retiring to a life of garage and online sales. I'm 63 years old. People retire around the age or even younger. But...
There are deadlines to be met this week and they are a powerful motivating factor. I'm putting my head down in my usual bull-like fashion to charge forward and meet them. That's probably the best medicine I could have for my "condition."
I won't be answering the phone for the next several days. I'll be slow on responding to e-mail and online messages. But I'm in this to win this.
Full-scale blogging will resume after I earn my victory lap. See you soon.