Back in February, I posted about how anxious I was to get back to writing. I’d even put in some time and made some new words by then. The future looked bright and hopeful.

And then we had a global pandemic.

That sent pretty much everything into a tailspin. I kept my job and I’m fortunate enough to be able to work from home. But the disruption was so big and so total that whatever momentum I’d gained, I quickly lost. In those early days of the pandemic, learning how to work every day from home, sanitizing every piece of anything that came into our home, worrying about our toilet paper and Lysol supply, worrying about our kids’ schooling and health, and dealing with a host of other unprecedented challenges took up the bulk of my precious time and mental energy.

Then more worrying about the virus, more worrying about my job, and worry over the state of our deeply divided nation and the man chosen to lead it took up increasingly more room in my head. Add in dealing with the burden of constant pain and I saw months stretch out without a single new word written.

I’m not sure how 2021 is going to play out. I’m hopeful that the US can rejoin the global community and regain a little credibility. I’m hopeful that we’ll soon have a vaccine to combat this virus. I’m hopeful that I’ll make good on my promise of new books. I’m sure gonna try, but these days I just don’t know what life is going to throw at me. I’m apprehensive about making too many promises.

Stay tuned here for more updates. Since I haven’t produced anything new, I haven’t sent out a newsletter for a while, but I’d encourage you to sign up for it here to be the first to know about new releases and exclusive deals.

At the end of the day, I’m still here and I’m still writing. I’m not the type to give up easily.

Stay safe out there. I’ll talk to you again soon.