Hands down... my crippled right thumb and fingers have spoken. Stop now or face losing use of your hands and fingers (my left hand is running a close second in the R.A. marathon of pain).
There will not be another novel. Rather, I choose to use my hands for the activities I simply cannot enjoy life without: Sewing cat-patterned pajamas (for myself, not for Abby Rose or Lucy Victoria); home canning jams, relishes and salsa to put-up and savor throughout the year (my Serrano Salsa is a hands-down favorite in my community); Making my own glycerin soap and cocoa butter skin lotion and cream... part necessity (septic safe, environmentally wise... and part luxury... so very fragrant and kind to skin); Continue in exploring the past with genealogy and research... I've begun helping others discover their past, and I am doing so on a voluntary basis... much the same way I assist professional ghost investigators with behind-the-scene background research.
I will continue to work on my genealogy... Recently, I sent in my 5th application to D.A.R. for a Rev. War patriot. Connecting this particular line will open the doors to others in this lineage. I burned the wick at both ends to break through the cobwebs of time and (at last!) document my Prater/Prather lineage with the hardcore evidence the will satisfy the stringent requirements of D.A.R. From 2014, back in time to 1756... I have once again visited with my own ghosts and in doing so, discovered a little more about myself. In genealogy there is a saying... to know oneself, you must know your past. "Blood memory" is what we (the Celts) call this knowledge gained from exploring and documenting the lives of those who walked before us, the lives of those who are part of who we are... in body, mind and spirit.
The pain and stiff, crippled joints... this is nothing new... I've dealt with arthritis ever since I was diagnosed with it, as a teenager. Now, after decades I've reached the crucial point where I must decide when, and to what degree, I will use my hands and fingers. The downturn in the economy and the havoc that other issues, such as e-book pirating, the collapse of many excellent retailers (such as Fictionwise), the cost in time and finances to promote has taken its toll. As much as I love Shannon Delaney, it is time to close that door.
I may pen a short story now and then...