Recently, I decided to try my hand at fiction. My novel has been in the works for four years now.
All sorts of things get in the way.
I’ve been married for 37 years. I have three adult children. Two have left the nest. We gave up our house six years ago and we now live with our oldest daughter in her condo. She has autism and has a full-time job. She is dependent on us for many things including transportation, cooking, cleaning, and household maintenance. We do a lot of things for her, but I have to start thinking in terms of the time when we will no longer be able to provide these things.
Covid-19 has brought her independence to the forefront of my mind. My husband has been slowly dying of myelofibrosis (bone marrow cancer) for the last six years. Recently, however, he was diagnosed with acute myeloid leukemia, which speeds things up considerably.