2022 shows promise. I know I'm not alone, but I have to admit that this pandemic threw a wrench in the spokes of my writing. First, in February 2020, I caught a virus (the symptoms included cough, a 104.2-degree fever, a large dog sitting on my chest, a headache, fatigue, and brain fog). It wasn't Covid 19 because Covid hadn't been identified in the state where I live (Minnesota), and no testing existed yet (wink, wink). It took me a few weeks to get over the virus and a couple of months before my brain fog cleared enough to write. Then, my quiet writing space evaporated as everyone in my family moved home. My office became my husband's office. My new office became the lunchroom where everyone in the house took their breaks, turning on the television and demanding food. I retreated to quiet corners in the house, but they still found me.
Two years later, and what progress have I made? My husband still has my office, but the kids are back in school, and I'm squeezing more writing moments out of my day. I haven't written as a book character on this blog in a long time, and I apologize for that, but I did finish another novel. It's a thriller inspired by real-life events. I don't know when it will be out because I'm shopping it to agents, and the process is unpredictable. I need a pen name for this book because it's a thriller, not romance, and I haven't figured that out yet. I'll keep you updated when I know more. I can't wait to share my new novel with all of you.