Some time back I wrote a post about my focus on gratitude. Over the course of this pandemic, with each day looking nearly identical to the other I’ve found it harder to maintain that focus. We keep thinking about what’s lost, what’s changed, and what we can’t get back. We’re all bereft in ways big and small. Now, on day ten of my own bout with covid, however, I am reminded yet again, of how fortunate I am. In the last few years, tens of thousands of scientists and health experts have been doing exhaustive work that positioned me to experience a bad cold, an annoyance that two years ago might have killed me.
In that sameness, that continuity of days, I’ve also failed to remember what an amazing journey I’ve been on as a writer. A life-long reading addict, I love libraries and my local branch has been remodeled into an extremely pleasant space. (It has a truly bizarre cataloging system, but I’ll leave that rant for another time…) I was looking for a new book by an author I’d been devouring (Cheetos, not prime rib but delicious all the same) when I came upon this scene. Some kind librarian had even set it out so that it might catch someone’s eye!
I was curious then about my newest book. I had to switch to another shelf (see note above about odd cataloging system) but there it was. And how crazy it was to see my name standing right next to Craig Johnson, whose Longmire series I dearly love. It is indeed, an incredible journey and one which I am truly grateful to be on!
While we’re awaiting news on the latest book, remember that you can locate all of the earlier ones at your local library (if you’re lucky enough to live in Ann Arbor!) or on Amazon. Here’s a link to make it even easier.