First of all, this post is not about writers' block.
Instead, I'm going to write about those times in all writers' lives when LIFE gets in the way of our writing. Raising small children, caring for an elderly parent and moving to a new home to name a few. The list goes on and on. Many times, we’re able to continue to write in spite of our circumstances. But, even if we can’t, we know that things will eventually turn around and we’ll get back to our writing.
But sometimes that's not what happens. Sometimes, our inability to write is permanent, which is what this post is really about.
There’s no other way to
say this so I’ll just say it. I have cancer and my oncologist told
me in mid-January that my condition is terminal. There’s nothing else medical
science can do for me. He gave me “months” to live. A hard pill to swallow.
Because being a writer is who I am. I don't write for money or fame. I write because my books aren't just mysteries to me; they're family sagas with what I consider to be important messages. My goal has always been to entertain, educate and, hopefully, enlighten readers. Every author hopes that their books will live on long after they're gone and I'm no exception.
My fervent prayer is that God will grant me a miracle. But, even if He doesn't, I accept His Will. I have had a blessed life with family and friends who've always loved and supported me. I've traveled to every place I really wanted to go and, although my dream was to become the author of one mystery novel, I've published nine. I couldn't ask for more than that and I'm truly grateful.
