I’ve come into this new year not so much with a fragile hope that 2021 will be better than 2020, but with the firm assurance that I have much to be grateful for. I can list them in pairs: Faith and Hope; health and fitness for Beloved and I, food and shelter, music and art… But very high on my list is work that I love. It structures my day, it gives me a vision of the future (and in my case a vision of the past where my characters live), and it gives me a way to celebrate the things I cherish—love, family, children, and above all romance.
This week I’m polishing my very rough draft for The Price of Glory. I take steamer to Egypt, sail the Nile to Nubia, vanquish bad guys, and even take part in a public health vaccination program (smallpox not covid) at the side of a handsome young hero and a slightly older, more worldly, and very capable woman. It is Indiana Jones meets Amelia Peabody in a stew all its own. How lucky is that. Yes. I’m grateful.
I agree! I’ve also decided to count blessings this year!
Life goes better when we’re grateful.
And I want to read it!
I am grateful for the very same things. Also jigsaw puzzles and walks on the beach.
Yes! both of those. We love them.
I’m just grateful that 2020 is over! Happy New Year! Here’s to 2021 may it be better for all!
Health, joy, and successful books to us all!