A week that should have been spent promoting my latest book has hit a roadblock. Don’t roadblocks always come at the worst possible time? I think it’s safe to say it’s a cosmic rule.
Anyway, the day my book was released was also the day I had to call 911 because my husband had gotten so weak he could not navigate on his own. So we spent several hours in the ER before he was admitted to the hospital and, three days later, to the nursing home.
It started with a fall and a broken rib and went down hill from there. I’m not throwing a pity party for either of us. But it’s hard to write, even with an iPad and keyboard, when there are constant interruptions. If you’ve ever been in a nursing home, you know what I am talking about.
I’m sure with therapy he’ll be up and about soon. And I will be back in my office, doing what I have to do to promote the book. Because every author knows, unless he or she has been sitting in a cave somewhere, it’s part of the job.
As someone famous recently said, “Stuff happens.”
The trick is to not let it get you down. If life throws up a road block, sooner or later the problem will be fixed and someone will come along and remove it so traffic can continue. Or they will set up a detour. Detours are often interesting, sending you down roads you may not have considered traveling.
We’ll see which happens.