Several people have asked me to post an update on the third book in The Chronicles of Terah series. I really hate to do this. It seems that every time I do, something happens that pushes it even farther away. But I’m going to risk it anyway.
As many of you know, I’ve had to take a long break from writing to take on the role as caregiver, and if you’ve ever been a caregiver, you know that’s a major undertaking. And it’s taken a lot out of me. I like to pretend it hasn’t, but it has.
For one thing, I’m a night owl. When I retired from teaching several years ago, I was able to live on my schedule for the first time in my life. I went to bed when I wanted to, which was usually around 3 or 4 in the morning, and I slept until I woke up naturally, usually around 11. It worked for me. People who know me well enough to have my phone number knew not to call in the mornings. If I had any appointments that I needed to schedule, I made sure they were in the afternoon. I took the dogs out for walks in the woods. I ran errands. I cleaned the house. I did laundry. I did what needed to be done. But after dinner, it was my time. And that’s when I wrote.
The phone was quiet; most of the people I knew were shutting down for the day and preparing for bed. My dogs and cats joined me in the office, settling around the room on chairs, pillows, or the rug. I would put on some instrumental music and sit down at the keyboard. And, for the next few hours, I had fun.
Then, a little more than two years ago, things changed and I had to plan my schedule around the needs of others, so I was back to alarm clocks and getting up before daybreak. By the time my day was over and I had time to sit down at the keyboard, I was too tired to think. All my brain wanted to do was shut down and sleep. I did try writing several times, but I ended up deleting everything I wrote. It just didn’t work for me.
On November 25, my mother went through a nine-hour surgery on her hip and femur. The doctors think there’s a very real possibility that after spending over two years in a wheelchair, she’s going to be able to walk again. It’s going to take time, and a lot of work on her part, but there’s hope at the end of what’s been a long, dark tunnel.
She’s been in a Rehab Center for the past month, having physical therapy six days a week, and she’s made tremendous progress. And while she’s been there, I’ve been able to get some much needed rest, and I’ve been able to get back to work.
Right now I’m about a third of the way through the rough draft on the third book. If, and that’s a big IF, I can continue writing on a relatively regular basis after she comes home, it should be ready for editing and rewriting sometime this spring, probably late spring, with publication 3 or 4 months after that. But that’s only my best guess, and it’s an optimistic one at that. I wish I could be more definite, but I can’t. There are just too many variables and too many things that are out of my control.
If, as time goes by, I can say something more definite, I’ll post a new update. Meanwhile, thanks for your interest in the series and your patience.