Books, Child Loss, Depression, Life, Nanowrimo, Random, WIP, Writing

Just some thoughts

I've been staring at my screen for a while now, and not writing anything. It's not a good feeling, lol. For some reason, my brain has decided that my writing time is once the sun has set. While I don't mind that, I miss being able to write whenever I can. I am continuing with… Continue reading Just some thoughts

Book Offers, Books, Child Loss, Covid, Editing, Life, Promotions, Relaunch, Writing

New Developments

I have been absent a bit, but it has been a ride lately. We went to my sister's place on August 24th and returned on 25th. On 28th morning, she called us to inform that her youngest has been diagnosed with Covid. He's turning seven this October, and needless to say, we are all still… Continue reading New Developments

Child Loss, Depression, Life, Random

The travails of lockdowns

I know it is necessary here, with how the Covid cases rising everyday and deaths too, but I'd forgotten how inconvenient a full lockdown was. One good thing is banks don't have to work every day. Three days a week with 50% staff and timings up to 2, so I had to go only one… Continue reading The travails of lockdowns

Child Loss, Depression, Life, WIP, Writing

March is here

March is here, and so is summer. I keep plugging away at words, hoping that I might actually get somewhere with all this. I haven't finished Wizard's Debt yet, but hopefully I'll get to do it this month. March 4th was my son's birthday. He would have turned 18 if he had lived. It is… Continue reading March is here

Child Loss, Depression, Life, Random, WIP, Writing

Still in February?

Why are we still in February? lol. I feel like time isn't passing at all. Flame of a Dragon's Oath and Soul of Magic are with betas and it looks as if Soul of Magic might need a full rewrite. Ah well, time enough for that in the future, I guess. Memories of Forgotten Waves… Continue reading Still in February?

Child Loss, Depression, Life, Writing

Depressed pile of goo

It is one year today since I lost my son, and I've been in a funk all week, crying at work, snapping at people, moping around and writing till my hands hurt. Nothing really helps. Nothing can fill the emptiness left behind by him. I took his name as my pen name, and seeing his… Continue reading Depressed pile of goo