Some, if not most, writers have a blog. Some publishers require that their authors have one. One of mine does, but the other two do not. But whether one is required or not, is not the problem. A blog can be a wonderful way to reach the pubic, if the bog is read. If it isn’t, then why bother? Therein lies the problem.
I started writing this a long time ago and life intervened. I was the oldest of three children. My brother was 4 years younger than me and my sister was 9 years younger than me. My brother’s wife died and a year later, he became very ill with COPD. I spent several months running up and down I-85 between his home and mine. When he passed, I felt lost for some time.
The next year, my sister, who also suffered COPD, began to grow sicker. because she never married and had no children, I spent the next year going up and down I-77 weekly to help her. When she worsened, sand we learned she’d developed lung cancer, I moved her to my house so I could better take care of her. It was s long process. As she declined it took more and more of my time.
But it didn’t matter. She was my baby sister and the only sibling I had left. I loved her dearly and she became my number one priority. Though, I still managed to get in some writing, this website and the blog kind of fell to the wayside. She went to her heavenly home last summer.
Now, I’m trying to take care of some of the things I’ve neglected. This WEBSITE was on my list. I think I’ve got it straight. I’ve updated the HOME PAGE, BOOKS, EVENTS, and I’ve written this BLOG.
Thanks for letting me share my story. Maybe I’ll talk about Covid19 next time. But maybe not. If you’re like me, you’d rather discuss. I know. I’ll tell you about my new roommate. Don’t get excited. It’s not a man.
My best to you.