Life often gets in the way of our plans, but the loss of a loved one can derail us like nothing else. Since the death of my dear husband of 30 years earlier this year, I have placed my publishing career on hold while I grieve.
To keep my creativity alive I’ve put my love of reading to work by becoming a professional reader for NetGalley, by cooking unique and healthy meals for one, through long walks and Tai Chi classes, and by taking photographs to share with you. But I won’t lie; the grieving process is brutal, relentless, and slow going.
Soon, I hope the writing will come. Publishing has been a huge part of my personal identity for many years and I can’t imagine life without it. I also know that the pieces of my broken life and broken heart will be reshaped in the months and years ahead, and that’s bound to be reflected in the stories I write. We’ll see. When I’m ready to publish a new book, you’ll be the first to know. I hope you’ll be here to welcome me back.
Reading books by Lisa Unger is always a Master Class in fiction writing. I’ve attended her book signings and read all of her books, and while I’ve enjoyed some more than others, it struck me that Under My Skin must have been an especially difficult story to write. Dreams and hallucinations, versus reality, is a tough subject.
As a recent widow myself, I felt an instant connection to the protagonist, Poppy, and feel it’s important to mention that Poppy’s struggle with grief struck a major chord with me. Her emotions, behavior, and reactions were both understandable and believable within the context of her loss. Grief affects people in profound ways, and the need to escape the pain can be all-consuming. Lisa Unger did a fantastic job depicting the ways grief can cause indescribable anguish. I cried at the end of this book and give the author major kudos for empathizing so well with the grieving process.
Under My Skin kept me turning the pages until the very end. I received a copy of the story from NetGalley.
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Please excuse my silence. I haven’t posted much to social media the past few months, talked to my readers about my books, or started writing a new novel. How could I? My loving, sweet and kind husband of thirty years passed away suddenly in March and I’m devastated. My career has been put on hold while I grieve. At the same time, I’m packing boxes for the move from my family home in Pennsylvania to a little house for one in Delaware.
I hope you will be here when I return.