Not Today

My friend, Debbie died Saturday.  Cancer took her life not long after her 40th birthday.  I can’t talk about cancer.  I can’t talk about death.  I can’t face it.  I should be able to, but I can’t.  Something happened to me the day Joyce died.  Something vital in me left with her.  I think it was my ability to face serious illness head-on.  Maybe one day I’ll be able to.

But today, I can’t.

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First Thoughts

I love the “look” of this site…the blue captures the “me” in me somehow.  Tonight I am a mixture of emotions…deep contemplation mixed with annoyance, anxiety, curiosity, stress, fatigue, and (oddly enough) hope.

I find it almost intriguing, the thought of maintaining a public blog.  I mean, I’m writing four or five books at once, and if I put everything here, what will that mean for the books that should hold it all?  Perhaps here I can flesh out the myriad ideas so they’ll make sense as I “massage” them into some kind of sensible book form…?

I have many words tonight but sadly not much energy, so this entry will be brief.  Hopefully the ones to come will be more in-depth…or at least be worth the few moments it takes to read them.