I’m part of a critique group. We’re called the Swamp Writers. I’m not worthy to sit around a table with these people. Mind blowing talent. All of them. It’s an honor to receive their feedback.

I’m working on several projects right now. I carried two of them to Swamp Writers this week. One is new and completely different from anything I’ve ever written. It’s not a children’s book, but the story of my life. I haven’t ironed out the details. I think it’s going to be more of a what-I’ve-learned-from-each-season-of-loss kind of thing.

My life is good. Really good. Nothing to complain about. My family is amazingly supportive and I’m working the job of my dreams. But, loss and grief have been a recurring theme over my forty-six years. I have a lot to say.

I shared part of Chapter One and was encouraged by their feedback.

We’ll see where it goes. If anywhere. I messaged my circle of friends to let them know what I was thinking and that I’d written a timeline of my life. I received several texts asking if I was okay. 😅 When everything is written out, it is sorta depressing.

Stay tuned…