My Apple Laptop Pro, isn't a pro anymore, it's an unusable piece of sh__. So I have turned to the computer that I have used only for writing. Now it's hooked in --now the world can read my thoughts (not that they are anything special) and see pictures of me in a pool with my grandkid - (though I swear that didn't look anything like me - I thought I was younger). Now I can continue my blog, Facebook, mail, and all the rest that brings the world into my home. I realize I'm hooked. I love to write. I want to see what my friends and family are up to, and I need to keep in contact with the outside world. I've done away with my TV. Gave it to my son. I still see films on NETFLIX, but no ads, no news, no reality TV. Sometimes I don't even know what day it is.
My friend Sara said I should let everyone know that I'm surviving, that the loss of David has played heavy on my heart, and I have put off writing until I could see the screen through the tears. He was the apple of my eyes and my inspiration. Now he is my muse. Just before he passed into the mysterious unknown, he said to me, "You'll be alright, the boys will help, and you'll write ten more books." So here's to you dear heart. I am working on a sequel of the Fishermen's Ball. A.J. Crowley will solve another murder in Provincetown in 1939. In the novel Dead Low Tide the years leading to WWII brought out the best and the worst in individuals and the town at the end of the cape is no different from cities everywhere, seeing violence on the streets while hoping for peace throughout the world.
My granddaughter and I are also collaborating on a YA, chapter Book The Pearl Street Gang. We are having fun developing characters and stories surrounding a group of pre-teens who come together around a wharf known as "Nonny's". The kids find adventure, search for individual freedom, and develop their personal stories while belonging to a peer group that prefers to hang out at the beach near Nonny's Wharf in Provincetown in the 1950's.
The Arethusa is a second memoir for me. I've always wanted to tell that story and because Dave and I were able to retrace our voyage this past winter, I have a clear understanding of where we sailed, the people we met, and the storm that took our vessel but gave us our lives. David is gone, but his stories live on and the 'Arethusa' is one of the best.
Thank you for your patience. Thank you for your understanding, your sympathy, and your love. I will try to live up to the ideal that Dave created in me. He will always be my number one fan. Fair Winds.
