Life happens to all of us, authors too. My life took a difficult, and painful, turn almost a year ago when I suffered the loss of my father. His death was a mix between sudden and expected. We all knew he was ill. We knew his time with us was coming to a close sooner or later. We just had no idea it would be so soon or sudden.
Not only did I have my own grief to deal with but my children’s as well. I love writing, and I love those people who support me as they follow me here or on the other social media outlets. Your believe matters to me! That said, my children come first. They were torn apart by the loss of a grandfather they were very close to, especially my youngest. My time and attention had to focus on helping us through the difficult time.
The grief is still there, and still pretty raw. HIs birthday is just four days away. It will be the first spent without him. He loved my stories, though. He was so proud of me when I told him I decided to put real effort into making my dream of publication a reality. He became my greatest cheerleader and fan. He bought the first copy ever sold of The Exiles as well as two other books I wrote under another pen name.
He had I discussed the idea for my current project before he passed. He was excited. The story grabbed him and he even made suggestions and gave insight. I realized the best way to honor him was not to give up on finishing the project. The best way to honor my father is to finish the book we started together one day on his porch throwing ideas at each other.
We will visit our Exiles again one day but now I am taking you to the Kingdom of Karisan and a world trapped in the grasp of madness and terror. You will meet the brave souls who will fight to try and free their people from the long nightmare. These heroes are flawed and imperfect. They are human and gritty. I love them. I hope you will, too.
This one’s for you, Dad. I hope you will like it when it is done.