Life is tough, but I'm tougher. I'm still writing! Crescendo is almost done.
Maybe I live a dull life. I sit at my computer like a lump from dawn 'til dusk, and if I can't sleep, that's where I go. I watch TV in the evening to keep my husband company, but I'd rather be writing.
Perhaps all that stops me is the spread of my ass.
I have reached the age at which it's impossible to starve to death. Thinking about food puts on a pound; looking bug-eyed at an ice cream shop puts on two. And sitting at your desk all day grows
you two pants sizes. Whatever. I will not be deterred now.
My day job is like semi-retirement lately, thanks to a new ruling that slows down our referrals and keeps juvenile delinquents on the streets; so my writing career is going hells bells. I'm writing at least a thousand words a day on the novels, sometimes three or four thousand. It feels wonderful, especially after a hard life of tending the weird, the totally insane and the utterly unbelievable.
Of course, this is where my stories come from. Jane of the Jungle has been described as fantasy or magic realism, but many of the stories are true. The things people do to themselves and each other in this world are often not to be believed, and having had a front row seat at this Theater of Doom has left a few marks on me here and there. But ... it has also made me a terrific yarn spinner.
Back when I worked at the Bernalillo County jail, an exhausted counselor came in and said, "You couldn't make this sh*t up; no one would believe you."
There had to be a reason for being a witness at all that pain and suffering. I guess this is it.