I’ve been working on my next book since November of last year. It’s called Learning to Live. It’s a Caregiver’s Tale about grief. Once again, I’m collecting my writings into a book. The work, however, has gone in fits and spurts. The difficulties I’m having arise from the subject, grief. It’s not an oh-I-hurt-myself-but-I’ll-heal sort of wound. It’s the sort of wound that keeps on giving.
So, in going back to my writings on the subject, I’ve found that my mind is more than willing to reopen the old wound, and once again feel the pain of loss. That’s led to some dumpy days and slowed my progress. But time is distance. And distance allows for perspective. And it’s been six years since my wife died. So, it’s time to tell the story of how I survived and learned to live once again, while continuing to mourn in a less intrusive and slightly different fashion.