I must have the most patient and truly compassionate readers in the world. Not a whisper of a new word on this blog for months, and you still write to me and read the books written so far. I officially have no words …
As you might know, over the past couple of years life has been entirely problematical for this writer. And when I say problematical, actually I mean totally, comprehensively cactus with bells on. Herniated cervical and lumbar discs, nerve damage leading to no use of my left arm for a few months, obliterating medication side effects, medication-induced depression, the stress of moving house shortly followed by the stress of having to put down my beloved new horse, shortly followed by my father’s sudden death, which led to the stress of being executor to his very complicated estate and overnight becoming the director of five companies and head of a charitable foundation …
Okay, the last bit is not so bad. I get to give money to wonderful people like Assistance Dogs Australia, who are the unsung heroes of helpers forever in the Guide Dogs’ shadow. And I love them too, and we were able to help them out as well, which is one of the best privileges in the world.
In addition to the above mentioned physical challenges, you can add in chronic fatigue syndrome and fibromyalgia, both of which are less appalling than they used to be but still must be carefully managed. Shockingly, lots of stress is bad when you have these stupid conditions. To top it all off, a couple of months ago I aI managed to get myself comprehensively concussed (which makes concussion #8, I believe) which meant an ambulance ride and a few weeks’ of la-la land while I recovered.
All of which is a very long-winded of way saying, yes I am horribly and humiliatingly behind schedule with the writing. To say I am struggling with this reality is an understatement. For the longest time I was completely on track with with my work. Now that I’m not, I am wrestling with a few demons. It sucks. What sucks the most, and the hardest, is knowing I have kept you all waiting for so long. All I can do is say sorry. It wasn’t the plan.
So much has happened, and so much of it has been horrible, that for the longest time it’s been difficult to recognise myself. But the old me is re-emerging, and morphing into the new me – a better, stronger, happier me than ever before. I guess that’s life.
The good news is that I am now back on track. The Tarnished Crown bk 2 is tantalisingly close to being done and sent to my unbelievably long-suffering editor, and then I dive right into the next Rogue Agent adventure.
From the bottom of my heart I say thank you to everyone who is still with me on this journey. Stay tuned for more frequent and happier updates …
And may I say I wish for all of you the very best, the very brightest year ever!