I haven't written since my father passed away some months back. There's some sort of mental block pushing me away. Today, I'm going to make every effort to chip away at that obstacle. Before he died, I was five chapters into a new novel tentatively titled 'Slow The Rain'. To the best of my knowledge, this blockage is due to the subject matter of the book. After having so recently experienced the death of a loved one, it's proving difficult to write about a murderer and the impact he makes on the victims lives. My dad wasn't murdered by anyone, but he was killed. By cancer, an unstoppable and malicious entity. My lead investigator, Selena Marrenger, says that there's no such thing as closure, and I believe that. The loss of a loved one is something that you learn to deal with, but it's a wound that doesn't heal. Not ever.
Every once in a while, you'll come across something that will remind you of what you lost. It could be a song, a particular joke or statement, or an old television program that you shared together. All I have left is memory. Sure, there's photographs and other things that have been left behind, but it's the memory that has the largest impact, a lasting one.
Well, enough of my babbling. Time to dive back into the book.
Wish me luck.