It’s taken me a while to get around to this one—but I’m glad it did because the events of the past twelve months have subtly reshaped my thoughts on this, another favorite trope: the midlife crisis.
If you’re at all familiar with my books, you’ll know that I love writing about middle age—about characters who have already lived, loved, and lost… and are ready to do it all again (maybe with less loss this time around). In fact, that’s pretty much the central theme of This Time Forever where the romantic plots are concerned, but also in regards to the characters’ lives. Without exception, they’re all stuck in place and more than ready for something new.
Pictured above are my favorite reads from the past three months. They represent an interesting mix. The dominant theme, however, is that most of them are books I never thought I’d read. They’re by new-to-me authors or a genre I don’t usually do well with. And yet here we are.
It’s March, and I haven’t yet shared my word of the year. Or plans I have related to writing. Or a summary of what I wrote and published last year. I haven’t even blogged. What does this lack of content have to do with the title of this post? Let’s talk about that.
I can’t count how many times this year I wanted the conductor to stop the bus so I could get off. It’s been… a year. Probably one of the most difficult I’ve faced in quite some time. And yet it has also been a year of triumph in many ways. Situations that could have become worse did not, and nearly all of us who faced adversity have rallied. There is truth to that old adage, after all, that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. But, my goodness, it can wear you out. So here’s to a 2023 that’s a little bit more kind.