I wrote two books. And, well, I don’t know how I did it. But somehow, I did.
I suffered a marriage breakdown and spent the past several years battling with depression and anxiety.
Add to that, my old doctor had me take valium every day for four years. Do I need to say those years were spent in a daze?
During that nightmare time, I managed to write 2 novellas.
While all the time plugging away bit by bit on my full-length manuscript, the sequel to The Cross of Tarlis which I began writing in February 2007.
The Cross of Tarlis is currently out of print but will be submitted to a publisher when the sequel The Guardians of the Underworld is finished.
After ten years I can finally see an end in sight. I have a medication that allows me to see and act like a normal person and has allowed me to write again.
I only need to write around four more scenes and my book will be finished. I always have trouble writing at the end of the novel. I don’t know why that it is? I know the end, basically, every word is written in my head already but I have trouble putting pen to paper so to speak. That is why I wrote the end scene two years ago.
But now I am procrastinating about the last few scenes leading up to it.
But with my daughter urging me on and giving me a good boot up the backside when I need it I am certain I will finally bring it home.
Wish me luck!