Three days. A mere seventy-two hours. That’s it. That’s all the reprieve we received from the memorial service of my friend to my brother receiving news that his cancer is growing again. Seriously cosmos, can’t we have a little more down time than that?
I think it’s time to get lost in my writing again. I don’t know what I would do if I didn’t have that to fall back on. On a positive note, Against the Grain is coming together rather well. The characters are talking to me. They want their story told. I think I’ll always hold a soft spot in my heart for these two for helping me through this period.