Writing is a slow, painful process for me. Pulling together coherent thoughts, getting approval of all the editors in my mind, and chasing down words that my brain lets loose in the back yard gets tiring. And yet, under normal circumstances, I enjoy it.
The past few months have not been normal circumstances. In the final weeks leading up to the publication of my book, both my 8-5 job and my publisher demands for my time left me little or no time to write. The pool of backup blog posts dried up. Between family time, job 1, writing job 2, and sleep, I had little time for anything else.
The my book was published, and there was much celebration. I could finally take some time to rest and devote to my family (and perhaps my writing when they all went to bed). Unfortunately, celebrations were short-lived. My mom’s cancer came back with a vengeance, and our international adoption process fell into the tar pits of government gridlock.
It’s almost a month now since I stood by my mom’s hospital bed and told her I loved her for the last time. She was a compassionate civil servant, always putting the needs of others above her own. She set a good example in life, and her loss reminds me that I, too, should strive to help others as she did.
So, that pretty much sums up where I’ve gone. Dealing with life, death, and everything in between. But it hasn’t all been morose and sorrowful. I’ve had good times with my friends, I’ve switched web hosting providers, and in bits of my spare time, I’ve been playing around with online learning and MOOCs. I’ll have more to report on that, soon.
Stick around. I’m putting together some good content that I hope you all enjoy. It should be fun.