Fuck you, 2016!
This is why I refuse to release my book in 2016. It all started a year ago when my mother and both my grandparents were all hospitalized … repeatedly. And a friend had a stroke. This continued from November until January, when my daughter broke her arm for the second time, David Bowie and Alan Rickman passed away (yes, that needs to be mentioned because both men were influences in my life), followed by my great-uncle’s death, followed by my husband getting laid off—all in the month of January!
The storm that is 2016 started with a big fuck you. I knew this year would not be a good one.
February, my great-aunt passed away, followed by my husband getting laid off again! Months pass, shit happens I can’t even remember. June, my husband gets laid off AGAIN! Finances suck, kids are bored out of their minds all summer, my daughter won’t take her brace off in fear of breaking her arm again. Sad summer.
Then school starts, and September comes. The month of suicide attempts. Three people I know—one relative, one a relative of a friend, and one was someone I worked with—all within a week of each other. Stressed is not a word to compare how I felt in September. I swear my gray hairs doubled.
October looks better. Yay, all the bad is finally over! Right? My brother and sister-in-law welcome their first baby, my daughter got into a performing arts school. Things are looking up! Yay!
Then October hits. A friend of mine lost his father and my step-uncle passed away, way before his time. Now it’s November, and I just learned that my step-brother died last night. Oh, and my best friend’s four-year-old cousin was killed in a car accident last week. WTF! I can’t put into words how pissed I am at 2016. I am so sick of it, I wish I could sleep until New Year!
Shit happens, but we must embrace all the positives and not dwell on the negatives, something I find hard to do at the moment. My motto is: expect the worst and hope for the best. Not easy to do when all this news is just sprung on you.
Many things have been going on in the past couple of months. Work picked up, which keeps me going, going, going.
My husband was one of few local artists chosen to paint a full-sized bison, the local university’s mascot. Him and our daughter got to be in the Homecoming parade for its unveiling. We are all really excited for him and hope it gives him more opportunities to showcase what a talented artist he is.
I hope everyone else is having a better year than me. I wouldn’t wish this much drama on anyone.
Betas have the book. (I guess I should add that news in here.) Cover is still set for 1st week in January, and hopefully we will have a release by the end of January.
I leave you with one of my husband's paintings, something spirited and hopefully something to cling to when times get hard.