So, I’ve been out of the game for a while. To be more specific, I have not been writing regularly for more than a few years. I AM still working on the fourth Sheriff James Pruett book, newly named “Border Land”, but I have been in self-imposed exile from my soul for a stretch.
When a child dies, a parent never recovers. As with all grieving, time heals, one claws through the process, but a strange thing occurs with a level of tragedy worthy of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder:
Each new life-challenge, roadblock, kick in the shorts, or even many days just breathing or getting out of bed, can become unexpectedly impossible.
God willing, you learn to hang on, not only to live day-by-day, but minute-by-minute.
Often.
This isn’t self-pity. It’s my new reality.
Rob v2.0.
I’ve contemplated suicide more times than I can count. Never before in the pre-SIDS death of our son, Brody–over forty years of life–could I understand the concept of a person being driven to suicide, much less remotely imagine myself near that dark abyss.
Trust me, as do we all house the human capacity for unspeakable evil, so do we each house the capacity to believe the abyss is all that remains.
And we can each toe that terrifying ledge.
I’m going to keep this short. I want SOMETHING here for anyone who happens upon this site not expecting a lot of writing-related posts. I will be retaining all previous posts for those who desire to engage (or re-engage) with previous content. I am sure as this new chapter begins, as I rebrand, I will still write about writing. How can a writer NOT?
I have been slow-planning a podcast/V-Cast (what I call a podcast that is video-recorded). I don’t like to pull triggers until everything is well sighted-in, but since I already picked a name, and my friend (and brilliant graphic artist), Tanja Prokop–Book Cover World, www.bookcoverworld.com–has begun design on a banner/logo, the new Blog/Podcast will be titled REDBONE REPORT.
More to come. Much, much more, I reckon.
I am appropriating a signoff from Daily Wire host, Matt Walsh. I used to think of it as my own, but since we currently watch all his episodes, and he uses it, I will concede my plagiarism. I hope one day Walsh knows me and/or my content well enough to complain or comment. That would be a great indicator of reaching a far-off rung on the ladder of this new venture.
Godspeed.
“a strange thing occurs with a level of tragedy worthy of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder:
Each new life-challenge, roadblock, kick in the shorts, or even many days just breathing or getting out of bed, can become unexpectedly impossible.
God willing, you learn to hang on, not only to live day-by-day, but minute-by-minute.”
As a fellow PTSD sufferer, I understand what you’ve said there only too well. Good luck as you retool your blog. I’ll be watching with interest.