I was scheduled to blog last month but I just couldn't -- a first for me. I normally can blog at the drop of a hat. But my blog days came on the heels of my mother's death, and I didn't have the energy to come up with a topic while my mind was wrapped around her passing.
She had been ill for several months, but she wasn't in pain, so at least we didn't have to help her through that. And I was with her when she died, something I wanted to do for her at the end. I was able to hold her as she died and be with her at the end. So all in all: it worked out okay.
The death of a parent (or anyone close to you) really inspires reflection, I think. Two days before Mom died, I had a book release. I was scheduled to blog and chat about the book and I just canceled it all. Now here I am, a month later, and I'm ready to consider that kind of activity again. And you know what? That book is still waiting for me to promote it. I am SO glad I'm with a small publisher. That book will be out there, waiting for purchase, waiting for download, for MONTHS to come. There is no rush for me to promote it or push it or worry about it leaving the shelves. It's there and will be there for a long time to come, giving me the time to deal with it.
November was the month of Marge Wilson. Now it's December and I'll start to focus on the future. And it's so nice knowing that I don't have to rush, or worry about any deadlines or disappearing books. My Mom is still there for me, in my memory, and my book is still there, waiting for me to promote it. That sound you hear? It's me, sighing and relaxing after a stressful end of the year...
Here's the book, by the way. Just a random promo op: