I always know when things are going South because I stop caring. About when I sleep, what I eat, who I see, and chores that need done.
They did that and just as I started to pull out of that little depression, Rose had a complicated surgery. It wasn't THAT complicated, but the recovery was insane. Job-ish-ly insane. She first got a bloody UTI, then a raging infection in her cervical cuff, followed by a massive yeast infection from all the antibiotics (she had to have several days of a cocktail of 2 very strong IV antibiotics to know out the cervical infection), then 5 doses of Diflocan to eradicate the yeast, then another UTI, a kidney stone, and c.Diff, which can only be compared to dysentery.
She is finally, in December, on the mend from that whole ordeal and Harry and Maddie are happily back at home with her. It was about 6 weeks of a lot of childcare with those two and I don't have to tell you the divine intelligence of women of a certain age being unable to reproduce. I am in no shape to keep up with the precocity of Harry and Maddie.
The hardest part was not being able to do my routine writing. I mean, I write a lot. I need to in order to maintain some facade of sanity and normalcy. I missed writing for Blooming Women, my blog, working on other books, and a few articles.
I'm finally able to get back to it and spill my insides onto a glowing screen once more. Oh, the lovely affair I have with words.
The artwork is being done for Clive and I should hopefully have it soon. Then after the first of the year, I'll kick off the Kickstarter campaign and hopefully get it funded quickly and have books into hands by Valentine's Day. I can hardly wait. It will be a game changer for me. This I know.
Anyway, so glad to be back! I'll try not to leave for very long ever again.