With goodwill, I started editing Buckle the Pirate’s story. I found pictures that reminded me of the scenery to help with descriptions. I changed the beginning to a battle and not a florid description of the lock, trying to make it more immersive and then….
My daughter happened.
She asked me when I would publish Timber Layne II, so I reminded her that I started writing the second one as they entered college. She had told me I had to finish their senior year of Haven High School before they could go to college, and that had left me with no bad guy and therefore no storyline.
So…
She gave me a bad guy.
She even helped me story board until she realized she was getting spoilers and ran out of the room, refusing to help me ever again.
Sigh. Kids.
Seeing as how I now have two therapists, a therapy group, monitoring, and meds to help my mental state, I have very little time to do anything but pay off past mistakes, but having a fan has helped me find motivation to write again.
Not edit. Not publish.
Write. Which hasn’t been easy lately, with all the self-talk in my head.
It was so hard to be creative and aware after discovering that rock bottom actually had a basement over what seemed to be catacombs, where broken spirits resided, unable to find their way up to rock bottom. I was lost in those catacombs. Nearly ready to admit defeat. To give up and exist forever without hopes or dreams.
But I walked out.
The trap door is still there, behind me. Calling me to surrender and return to the gloom, but I will put one foot in front of the other. I will walk away, trusting my daughter and Timber to lead me to any stable ground.
