The sad bad thing about reaching a pinnacle is that once you reach the apex, the rest of the trip is down. Another word for down is…depressed.
Not to worry; thanks to the joy of the Lord, I find it impossible to be depressed. But at the moment, I am sad to have the second in the Fog Busters Mystery series—young at heart detectives who are a bit older in body—finished and released because it means reining in my writing until after the first of the year. Writing is exhilarating. I only feel totally alive when I’m writing.
To continue with research for the next Fog Busters, I climbed a mountain. A small mountain. Not all the way to the top. But it gave me the experience I needed of fighting through Scottish heather, bog, and tangled undergrowth including shoulder-high bracken, and falling into unseen holes in the ground. It also gave me a feel for what the older detectives would be experiencing since I’m nearly 67.
The good thing about waiting to finish the third book of the series is the reason behind the wait. I’m visiting family members for Christmas. Spending time with family members trumps even writing. It will be a joy to see them again. And what a beautiful time of the year to visit—Christmas. The joy of the Lord is our strength and Christmas is the time we celebrate the miracle of the birth of Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior.
Writing can wait. Joy is immediate.