Welcome to Winter—yes, it’s winter here even if the calendar still says autumn. I woke up today to a windy, chilly morning and it’s raining—which is fine. The skies are gray and we’re deep into the rainy season. In fact, we had the rainiest October on record for our area. The weather suggests we may have a snow day next week and I admit, after several overly warm winters in our area, I wouldn’t object. It’s been awhile since we’ve had any snow to speak of, and there are trees and plants that do well with a good freeze/snow.
This has been a tumultuous year and as we head into December, I’m seriously looking at the next year. This year Berkley and I parted ways and I decided to go indie. It’s been a tumultuous ride but I think it’s going to work and I’m happier with my writing than I’ve been in awhile—not the actual work, though I think that’s better too, but definitely the process. I’m hoping my readers continue to follow me on this new path so I can continue to write. So far so good. I’m having more fun in many ways, though the work load has increased, since I’ve taken over my own publishing.
We’re hoping that Sam’s career will settle down into a good job—this year showed us just how discriminatory people are against disabilities and it was not a good feeling. We were caught off guard, because until this past eighteen months Sam hasn’t faced a lot of outward discrimination. But the number of hang ups from recruiters who don’t want to deal with his speech disability has been heartbreaking. Sam’s so good at what he does, but if they don’t give him a chance to show what he can do, how can he prove it to him?
As we enter the last month of the year, I’m reassessing my health too, and how I can avoid another year that was so full of food allergy reactions that it felt like I lived on Benadryl half the time.
So yes, it’s been one hell of a challenging year, but I’m hoping it’s been transitional. I’m hoping that now that I’ve got a couple indie books under my belt, the process will settle into routine. I’m hoping that Sam will find a good job that gives him—and us—security, along with a sense of fulfillment. And I’m hoping that winter proves to be a beautiful, chill season.