Life can be Easy.  Life can be Tough.  If you’re lucky, you spend most of your time in the middle of those two extremes, with substantial shifts to the left. And, that’s where I usually live. But, bringing my second book to fruition has, on too many occasions, pushed me to the far right.

Writing the book was pure joy. I love to write. I live to write. I awaken each morning, excited to get into my office. My head is bursting with ideas to write about; ideas that appear to me during the night; ideas that compel me to grope around the top of my end table, in the dark, in search of my pen and Post-it-Note pad. It’s then that I write a word, a phrase, an idea that I’ve been thinking about in my sleep. Only when it’s out of my head, and onto paper, am I able to fall back to sleep. And, when I awaken to find myself staring at a stack of Post-it-Notes, I’m nearly always grateful to see them, because I had already forgotten those ideas that had meant so much to me just a few hours earlier. And, some of the notes I stare at quizzically wondering, “What the Hell does this mean?”

But, I digress. When I decided to commit to writing my second book I hadn’t known that the publisher I’d used previously; the one who did everything but chew my food for me, no longer offered any of the services it had previously. I was devastated and started the arduous task of looking for a new company. Suddenly, all of the fun went out of everything related to the book. It’s been exhausting, tedious and brain taxing. And, worst of all, it has not granted me time or energy to write.

At the same time, my website designer was working hard to renovate my outdated website. That poor woman has the patience of a saint. It took many months longer than it should have to be completed, solely because of my inability to know how to coordinate all that was on my plate – or in this case, my desk. The website is about 98% complete, but it’s gone Live anyway. Details will be attended to after the book is actually published. You’ll know when that happens, from my shouts of joy.