Reflections

I haven’t visited my website in a year, a year! Last year was traumatic, memorable, and inspirational. I won’t use my website to discuss the politics of last year. What I will discuss is a feeling of remiss.

Last Summer was very personal for me. The pandemic affected me without infecting me. I suffer from PTSD after my near death experience. The pandemic exasperated it greatly.

The only places I went outside of my home was to hospitals or my cardiac rehab facility. I haven’t seen the inside of a store or my bank or anything in a year.

I am still in a self imposed exile to maintain my health. While others use their time in isolation to be productive in their personal interests, becoming successful in other avenues, I sat.

I sat and I thought. During a Summer of racial reckoning, it became apparent to me that Rainy Day may not be as complete as it should be for a book written by a black author.

When my health allowed, I worked to address my concern. A year later, I finished. Instead of self publishing, I am approaching publishing companies with this work that is so close to my heart.

I’m excited to be at this stage in the process. I’m free to solicit my manuscript and resume work on Phoenix in the interim. I plan to write about my health crisis as well.

I give my word that I will not wait a year!