Being isolated for the past few months (or for how long it has been) has been an awakening for me–and probably for a lot of other people across the world. It gives us a time to reflect not only on our own lives, but about what is going on in the world. I’ve been working on my writing and trying to keep up the blogs. While I really love to write fiction, I feel an “obligation” to write the support book for parents about substance abuse. As I have mentioned, if I can help one child and family from falling into the world that my daughter fell into, then I will have accomplished something major in my life. I hope you will join me on that journey. And I will be back with my fictions–I’m working on something special. https://herstarforevershines.wordpress.com
There are times that writing becomes very frustrating for me. Those times are when I watch for reviews of my books and when I finally get one, it’s not very good (although there are more 5-star ratings than 1 or 2, thank goodness!); when I run specials and nobody contacts me; or when I offer free books and nobody contacts me. But, I keep telling myself that I’m not ready to not write. So, I’ve already written about my new project and website. But my newest idea is to write short stories and novellas and put them all together. I know you’re wondering why, so I’ll be glad to tell you. I’ve found that my novelettes have done better than my novels. And my short stories were well-liked. Perhaps people like a quicker read sometimes–so I’m going to see how that goes. Any thoughts? I’d be glad to hear them.
My first book, “Envelopes of Hope,” was inspired by my daughter when she went into rehab and sent a letter to me thanking her for not giving up on her. Then came “When Shadows Linger,” my first novel. After that I wrote my first historical fiction and another novel. And I had two short stories published. As I have written, my new book (and corresponding website) is meant to be a support tool for parents who have a child with a drug problem, or to prevent having one who takes the wrong path. As I work on the book, I find that it is similar to writing a research paper. I’m gathering information and facts and, as I go along, I’m trying to find ways to make it interesting enough for parents to want to read. So, while it is factual and informative, I also have to be creative. Like with my other books, it is a challenge. Unlike my other books, my goal is to try to save people from becoming a statistic.
I’ve been doing quite a bit of research for my new book. I want parents to have a “support system” that they can keep with them to refer to and get strength from. The drug problem started in this country over one hundred years ago. With the passage of different laws, and all of the resources that are available to people, why has it become an epidemic that is out of control rather than have been stopped? I know that I won’t find the answer to that. However, I’m hoping that others can learn from my research, and from my personal experience, how to save a loved one (or themselves) from the life that my daughter chose. If you haven’t visited my new website, please do. And share it with your friends–you may be helping someone find a better life. Oh==don’t forget to visit “Sara’s Story” and the “Gallery” to learn more about Sara. https://herstarforevershines.wordpress.com/
Like promised in a previous post, I want to tell you about my new writing venture. I have developed a new website/blog and am writing a companion book to go along with it. My purpose is to provide support for parents who have children with an addiction problem, or to help parents be aware of the challenges they and their children face in today’s world. If I can help one person, adult or child, from taking the same path that my daughter took, I will be grateful for having the opportunity to save someone’s life. Of my four children, Sara was the one who liked school and liked learning. She was bright, had a wonderful sense of humor–and loved to complain. As the years went on, the drugs overtook her entire being. And I want to do my best to prevent as many of these tragedies as I can–in the ways that I know best–through writing and utilizing my clinical skills. Please visit my new website–and share it with your friends. Perhaps you can help me save someone. https://herstarforevershines.wordpress.com/
The past month has been the most difficult of my life. The loss of my daughter has been overwhelming for me. I’ m unable to focus on my writing or mostly everything else. While I’ve worked on this website and started a new one, I’ve made the decision tonight that I’m going to write a support book for families who are experiencing what mine did for so many years. Before I retired from social work, I always felt that if I could help one child and family a year, I would be successful. (I can proudly say that I did accomplish that). And now, it’s time to go back to that–I want to save at least one child from destroying their life because of drugs. And I want to prevent the heart ache of that child’s family. Do I think it will be easy? Probably not–but what in life that’s worthwhile is easy? “Envelopes of Hope” was inspired by Sara when she was in rehab. She wrote to me and thanked me for not giving up on her. And I still haven’t given up on her. I don’t know her cause of death yet–they are waiting for the toxicology reports to come back. Whether or not she relapsed four weeks ago doesn’t matter because those drugs killed her a long time ago. I hope that you’ll accompany me on my new journey–I’ll keep you up-to-date as I go along.
There comes a time in life when we re-evaluate who we are, where we came from, and the direction that we are going in. Sometimes this means a change in our religious practices, our values, our principles. My aunt’s death in 1960 effected the entire family system because that’s what happens when the system changes. My grandmother became more religious because that’s what comforted her. She no longer had her hair done on the Sabbath or ate out. Just like other families that go through the tragedy of losing someone, my system has changed. Although each day seems to be more difficult for me in handling my daughter’s death, I find myself wanting to be more observant in my religion. Perhaps it is not just her loss, but the fact that her loss has brought me to the realization that I am “supposed” to be more observant. Like my grandmother, the thought is bringing comfort to me. I also am going to get back into my writing because it is something that is important to me. It has been almost a month since she died and the only words that I have written are on this blog and the new one that I created. And I found a new way to communicate with Sara. After realizing that I wouldn’t be able to speak to her any more (which we did several times a day), I write to her every night. While some may think that strange, it has brought me comfort because she is with me while I am typing my letter. That is the path that I am on right now and it may change. But I don’t think so–because, for now, I am where I want to be.
When I started this website/blog, my goal was to have a following for my writing journey. I’ve tried to make my posts both informative and enjoyable at the same time. My following has never increased as much as I’d hoped and that’s been a struggle for me. While I’m tech savvy to a point, I still lack in the knowledge of how to make it grow. I’m positive it’s due to the fact that I didn’t grow up with all of this technology. But as often happens in life, my journey has taken a different course in the past three weeks. One of my biggest supporters was my daughter and I just can’t seem to focus since she left. I’m working on a blog to support other families who have gone through, and are going through, what mine is because of substance abuse. And I haven’t given up on my writing–I love writing. But right now I just can’t put my thoughts on paper. But I will–because that’s my passion and my therapy. When one of my books received a negative review, Sara told me not to let it bother me, that I’m a good writer. And that’s what she would say now–“don’t stop writing, Mom. You’re good.” And I won’t stop–not for myself and not for Sara.