On New Years Eve 2014 my husband whom I’d been with for 20 years clicked champagne glasses with me and said “20 years eh?” I smiled enthusiastically and said “Here’s to 20 more!”
On January 1st 2015 my younger son who is autistic screamed “Oh no daddy’s sick!” I ran into the room to find my husband snoring but his arm was going up and down by itself. I won’t detail the other disturbing phases he went through. I rang an ambulance. But when he got to hospital the doctor told me he had fallen into a coma he would never wake up from. I didn’t understand what it meant. He was 48. They told me he had suffered a brain aneurysm rupture and had only ten hours to live. They told me there was no hope.
So long story short that is why I stopped blogging along with all the changes in the industry that meant there are now a lot less publishers with calls for submissions -for authors without an agent- than there were back when I started this blog.
I don’t really like the words “Happy New Year” anymore but I suppose I should wish you all that since 2021 has just begun.