Good morning from Cape Cod MA. Beautiful day here, blue skies, but cold. First day of spring, though, so I'm trying to remain positive that warm weather will arrive eventually.
I'm trying to remain positive...period. Which brings me to an issue that's been niggling away at me for weeks. I write cozy mysteries. Some kindly folks (even reviewers) have said I write funny cozy mysteries. At the moment, though, I'm not feeling the least bit funny. Two family/close friend deaths in the past 4 weeks, plus the news that my canine co-conspirator in the Baby Boomer mysteries, Lucy, has an incurable kidney problem and all we can do is keep her comfortable for the time she has left, have me down in the dumps. Or, as we say here on Cape Cod, down in the transfer station.
I'm sure I'm not the only writer who's had to deal with this. But it's hard to find the humor/writing muse these days.
Anyone have any thoughts to share?