Therapy

Writing is theraputic. Especially when you’re writing about a girl’s attempt to get out of going to a Purity Ball instead of focusing on the surrounding sadness. Thus, I’ve been working on PURITY while in North Carolina, so as not to dwell too long on my grandfather’s passing. It’s hard, very hard, especially since I used to write at night in my grandfather’s room while he watched poker or old movies…writing in the family room just isn’t the same. But still– I try to remember that Papa was far too practical and too hard a worker to want the world to come to a screeching halt.

Other theraputic things:
-Working on outlines for new books– namely, SEA GREEN, the sequel to SISTERS RED.
-Watching election coverage. Obviously, I won’t be able to vote today seeing as how I’m out of state, so please…go vote and make up for my inability!
-Having bartenders in the family who mix drinks. Often.
-Throwing all my grandfather’s medicines into the sink and ripping up the labels. So, so many pills that he’ll no longer need to stop the pain.

I’ll be reading an edited up version of yesterday’s blog post at my grandfather’s funeral tomorrow. Thank you all so much for your kind comments; several of my family members read them as well, and we all muchly appreciated your concerns and well-wishes.