A New Year

I don't know about you, but 2016 was a rough one! I hate that I have been so lax in updating this site. My time has been precious and I have managed to get little to no writing done. My father passed away the week before Thanksgiving. The holidays have been hard, to say the least. The year was spent seeing to his needs and putting him and my mom first. My father was sick for a number of years. I won't go in to details, but if you have never cared for a sick parent, you have no idea the time required, nor the physical and mental toll that takes on you. The times I did manage to write, I struggled to focus on the stories I had already in progress because I was consumed with nostalgia for days from my childhood and the innocence of youth. Life is hard. Illness makes it more so. Watching a man you idolized go from a provider to a shell of himself makes you look more closely at your own mortality and how we are all a breath away from eternity.

Love is not always easy. Be it family or amorous relationships. It's work. Sometimes you get tired of doing all the work in those relationships. We grieve loss selfishly. When they leave, they are gone. We don't grieve for them; we grieve for us. Because we need them. And when they leave, there is a hole that nothing seems to fill. And we seize upon anything we think will fill that hole. So with the start of a new year, I have determined to bury myself in the written word. I don't know where exactly this journey will take me, but I know it is going to be one of insight and reflection, and hopefully progress. I will be looking into new ventures as well.

I thank all of you who have chosen to follow me on this journey and hope you will continue to check in from time to time and let me know how you are enjoying my work. May you all have a wonderful year!

M. T. Meyer